Naiad 1975 - Lake-Sumter Community College

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ME
I wish the "me" that I see
Could be the "me" that others see,
For it is no trouble to present a "me"
That I want others to see.
It is, however, impossible indeed
To see in "me," the "me"
That others see
Harold R. Larimer
SAVORING MOMENTS
I stood for a moment looking at the bare gray boards (the paint had long
since peeled away) and the shaky steps and the rusted panels of the old tin roof. I
stepped up and knocked at the weathered door, waiting to feel the familiar
movement beneath my feet that would signal the presence of someone inside.
The door opened slowly, revealing the old woman that I had come to see. We had
never met before, so I introduced myself. She welcomed me in, led me to her
table and offered to share her noonday meal. It was difficult to refuse, for the
whole room smelled of beef gravy and homemade biscuits, and although she
was alone there was plenty for us both. We sat and talked idly of nothing in
particular. When it came time for me to leave, she asked that I follow her to her
sewing room. Inside the door hung the most beautiful quilt I had ever seen- she
had stitched each intricate pattern with love and care for 'her granddaughter's
graduation. Being alone, she had said, left her plenty of time for such things.
And because she was alone, I knew that she had thrived on my visit, happy to
share a part of her life in exchange for just a few moments of mine. It was an even
trade.
Dianne Taylor