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Taken @ Soul2Soul
Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray
We had our fun, I used to light your flame
Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way
No one told me, she told me
Your love's like one last cigarette, last cigarette
I will savor it, the last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath
Hope it never ends but when it's gone, it's gone
The last cigarette
Just to breathe reminds me of what used to be
The smoke's the ghost that keeps you close when I can't sleep
Don't ask the past to last, it's about to change
The memories don't answer when I call your name
No one told me, she told me
Your love's like one last cigarette, last cigarette
I will savor it, the last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath
Hope it never ends but when it's gone, it's gone
One last cigarette, last cigarette
One I can't forget, the last cigarette
Right there at my fingertips
Got your taste still on my lips, right or wrong
You're still gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
On the wings of a White-winged Dove! Actually the lyrics of the old Ferlin Husky song referred to a Snow White Dove. This nest building dove brought back memories of that great music.
The link between food and memories is quite powerful. My maternal grandmother was my role model for her views of life and her ability to make all people feel welcome in her home. If more people showed up for dinner, she'd smile and welcome them with open arms. One of my culinary loves were the persimmon cookies that she'd bake on cool days in the fall. I can almost taste that pungent sweetness as I write these words. Thank you, Grandma, for a lifetime of love and memories.
This month the theme was 'together' for Flickr Friends, Melbourne. It was chosen by Gary and this image is my contribution.
"Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely."
― Becky Aligada
Every now and then
the sun shines just right
and in my mind,
a memory comes into sight.
Younger days,
outside
until it was night.
Dusky shadows drifting
in the setting light.
Every now and then
the sun shines just right
and in my mind,
a memory comes into sight.
Sitting in the shade escaping the heat of the summer, those days now seem distant memories ...........
This shell was given to me many years ago by a special aunt. . Lots of memories and happy times.
A very happy New Year to you all in Flickr land
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot captured in June 2019.
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
© Copyright 2016 Mark Warnes Photography All rights reserved. This image is not free for use <a href="http://www.markwarnes -photography.com
One of my not so great childhood memories was learning the times tables! For some reason, known only to my brain lol, maths was really difficult for me. English I loved, could read before I went to school but maths would not stay in my head!! Another long lasting memory (showing my age now) is the school milk. Always in a glass bottle and dubiously warm in the summer!!
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Such a picturesque Italian city! Siena is “famous for its cuisine, art, museums, medieval cityscape and the Palio, a horse race held twice a year in Piazza del Campo.” More about this crazy event later…..
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For Macro Mondays this week the theme is: inspired by a song. I wasn't so much inspired by one song but was listening to a Spotify playlist of golden oldies and the Beatles song 'Yesterday' came on. Nice to sing along and with it all the memories of days gone by. My eye fell on the little crystal cube with my mother's portrait engraved in it that was given to me at my mother's funeral in May 2019. I had not seen her alive since 2015 since she lived on the other side of the world. Sometimes nice to go down memory lane. And music certainly helps here.
Happy Macro Monday/ HMM