Sticks and Stones


By Jim Bates

They went every summer,
Hiking along the shoreline,
Hand in hand,
She was an artist,
Who once did a painting of the rounded rocks and grey driftwood they found.
She called it Sticks and Stones,
An enduring testament to their love.
Laura is taking care of Connie, now,
As her memory fades to shadows,
And reminds her of them walking together along that long ago shore,
A time, though she may have forgotten,
She captured forever in the soul of that painting.
Their love for each other,
And her ability as an artist,
Lets those memories live on,

Jim Bates writes to capture the “astounding beauty of the human capacity for love and commitment in the face of adverity.”

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