Somerset Memories. I included a 500 word essay about their influence on my life; their passions brought about dazzling moments, that made them shine. We all are diamonds in the rough and have our twinkly moments. I only have to drum out a tune to be connected to my grandfather or hear a marching band and see him stand tall and be proud. My grandmother reappears when I tend my garden, smell Honeysuckle, and make time to have tea. It must be within nature's view; we always watched the birds from her feeder, when we had our weekly tea. It was our time for reflecting on our lives and reconnecting.
We can find poetry in our family tree, if we just peer into their passions. Their reflection is part of my soul. Did a grandparent, another relative, or friend give you a gift? The gift of ordinary joy.