A Book Shelf of Memories

I was going through my books yesterday, getting a lot together to donate.  My bookshelf has been overflowing for a long time! Being an avid reader is wonderful, but I really don’t need to keep every book that I read.

While going through books I came across the series that I had read to my youngest when he was little. “The Seekers”, it was about a family of bears, no Goldilocks! I paused in reflection of the precious nighttime hours that we spent cuddled on the bed together. Then I found a story that my oldest had written about pets when she was little. I came across old pictures of my children when they were little,  that had been tucked into books. I had to pause in what I was doing as I sat and remembered the yesterdays!

While continuing to go through my books today, I was still reflecting on memories of the past.  I thought of this song by ABBA, an amazing group. My daughter and I have listened to this song many times. The words touch my heart as I watch my children becoming adults right before my eyes! Cherish the moments, for they do slip through your fingers! Cherish the moments today, to place into your treasure chest of the memories of yesterdays!

 

 

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while

[Pre-Chorus]
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

[Chorus]
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

[Verse 2]
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny

[Pre-Chorus]
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go?
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
And why, I just don’t know

[Chorus]
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

[Interlude]

[Outro]
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

44 thoughts on “A Book Shelf of Memories

  1. It’s nice to know you’re one of those who gives up your old books. My mother has kept most of her books. Helping her move will give a person a hernia.
    I like ABBA’s music. But I find no reason for anyone to turn their tunes into a movie.

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  2. What memories this post stirred. I don’t recall much when I was around seven or eight years old, but I remember my mother, reading us one chapter a night from The Wizard of Oz. That, was an innocent time in the mid 60s.

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  3. a beautiful post Carolyn, a touching recollection of your children’s childhood stored in photographs safe in your memories. Going through your books and you found joy – true serendipity!

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  4. Ohhh, how I loved the times when my kids were small and I read to them every night. And they always begged, “one more book, mom, please!?” One summer on vacation we drove for 8 hours to visit grandparents, and while my husband drove, I read CS Lewis’ The Witch, the Lion and the Wardrobe out loud to us all. No one in the car wanted us to reach our destination – even the driver! 🙂

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