A Family Favorite
This poem was copied by hand, hanging in a homemade celluloid frame in my grandmother's house. I have always found it to be lovely...And so true...
Life is like a journey
Taken on a train
With a pair of travelers
At each window pane.
I may sit beside you
All the journey through,
Or I may sit elsewhere
Never knowing you.
But if fate should have us
To sit side by side,
Let's be pleasant travelers.
It's so short a ride.
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Gotta go check on Mom..... How's she doing?
Cielo
And TRAINS! I wanna get right on that smoky, windows-letting-in-cinder-smoke on my new gabardine traveling suit train, and just RIDE. I grew up three houses from the train-tracks in a tiny Southern town, and those hurtling, smoking beasts of travel were the most exciting modes of travel I could imagine. I'd go down to the corner in the evening, climb up in the neighbor's immense wisteria vine, and watch the dining-car windows like a wide panoply of TV screens, thinking that was the most luxurious, most romantic, most elegant thing anyone could do in life.
I try every day to make this journey a pleasant one for anyone I'm traveling with.
rachel