Walking down the old country road at evening tide,
hearing voices coming from the far distant backdrop of the family farm,
I hear my Uncle Herb coaching his new aspiring vocal student
as I try to understand the circle of life's mysterious journey,
taking in the ambience and mystery of it all.
Knowing that it's a very special moment,
thinking it will never happen in quite the same way ever again,
I place it in my memory's back pocket
to revisit and comfort my soul in its future trials of family pain.
~ Sharon Eidemiller Borouchoff