Remember to Remember

Do I remember to remember who I am and from whence I came--
   parents who loved me, a family who cared,
   Grandmother S's violet bedroom, and Grand-dad's hobby horses,
   small towns, summer picnics, and the calf Dad won?

   Holiday dinners, alkali flats, and sagebrush,
   snow, long woolen stockings, and earthquakes,
   alkali flats, Sand Mountain, and Lake Tahoe?
 

Do I remember to remember what made me me--
   marbles at recess, racing through dried leaves,
   library visits, sprained ankles, and skinned knees,
   paper dolls, tether-ball, and hide and seek?

   Grandmother D's birthday poems, playing school,
   watching airplanes land, playing with lizards,
   babysitting for silver dollars, wearing glasses and riding bikes?


Do I remember to remember what shaped my life--
   cooking Wednesday dinners when Mom worked,
   learning to read maps, and help others,
   dinner time laughter, and playground tears?

   marriage and moves,
   children, church, and school activities,
   grand-kids, jobs, and visiting prisons?


Do I remember to remember I am here--
    that I matter, that there is no other me,
    that I am who I am because of others,
    that I am a child of God?

Every glance in a mirror, every sight of a photograph
    should create a wellspring of praise because I am someone,
    shaped by environment, nourished by people,
    loved by God, and redeemed by the Lord.

Do I remember to remember?

Loving the Lord today,
Jan, Licorice Kitty and family

All is well in Licorice's new room. She's content; the kittens are content. I'm a happy gal.