Prosery Monday at dVerse, when we're
asked to write no more than 144 words
to include a phrase given us by Merrill,
"when it is over said and done, it was a
time and there was never enough of it".
I turn to my memories.
Submitted to dVerse
August 18, 2020
We bonded as young housewives and mothers. When our children were small
we started a long weekend getaway in the Great Smoky Mountains. It was our
time to unwind with long, lazy mornings on our deck over the babbling Little
Pigeon River, and afternoons of nosing through shops, For more than 30 years
we honored the tradition, our friendship honed by life experiences, sharing
laughter, victories and sorrows, never once considering when it is over, said
It was a time, and there was never enough of it. Children grew and left home,
our husbands passed on, and still we clung to our cherished tradition, But
the moving finger writes, and now I alone remain, the memory of our happy
times and laughter stored in the library of my brain. Yes, it was a time,
and there was never enough of it.