Saturday in CinCity. The Remembrance of Things Past Edition.

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Happiness


by Joyce Sutphen



This was when my daughters were just children

playing on the rocky shore of the lake,



their hair in braids, their bright-colored jackets

tied around their waists. It was afternoon,



the shadows falling away, their faces

glowing with light. Whatever we said then



(and it must have been happy; it must have

been hopeful) is lost as I am now lost



from that life I lived. This was when nothing

that I wanted mattered, though all I wanted



was happiness, pure happiness, simple

as strawberries and cream in a saucer,



as curtains floating from a window sill,

as small pairs of shoes arranged in a row.



Comments

  1. dsJune 9, 2012 at 10:19 AM

    Beautiful. Thanks for sharing this. Happy weekend!

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  2. That gentleman's ladyJune 9, 2012 at 11:09 AM

    happiness = strawberries and cream in a saucer?

    i could be happy with that.

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  3. The PliersJune 10, 2012 at 1:01 AM

    I love the photo and the traces of regret over things that one did not know at the time could be lost to one. I'm having a considerable number of episodes of recognizing that type of loss these days.

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  4. SandyJune 10, 2012 at 10:12 AM

    I once took a photo of some egrets in a swamp and then posted the photo on my office wall with this comment (apologies to Frank Sinatra) "Egrets, I've had a few... but then again, too few to mention..."

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