A Little Yellow Bookmark

One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce… to remember people, places, things and moments that have happened…that we miss. Take our house for instance its floors and walls and ceiling are lined with a myriad of memories our children left behind. Floating in the air…they wait…and we would be remiss If we didn't stop and catch a few…. If we didn't reminisce. It's like dipping our hand in the water as we float along a stream… catching handfuls of our memories times we laughed and loved and dreamed… Today as we were cleaning out a drawer we found a bookmark, that had years ago been misplaced It was yellow…made of felt with a little smile for a face. A little yellow bookmark picked out of the river flow… A little yellow bookmark made by tiny hands so long ago… A little yellow bookmark…spanning a time continuum so vast A little yellow bookmark…linking our present to our past… A little yellow bookmark… reminding us of a moment in time we miss… marking that moment forever every time we reminisce.