We gathered at the First Presbeterian Church of Honeoye Falls yesterday to say good bye to a special lady. During the service, her daughter read a poem in which Arlene was very fond.
Storing September
by Elizabeth Rooney
You asked me what I did today
I could pretend and say,
"I don't remember."
But no, I'll tell you what I did today-
I stored September.
Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.
And then, my eyes-
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.
And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky...
You know how much I love them.
That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.
When I left the church yesterday, indeed, I did fill my eyes with the deepest, bluest skies. And had it not been for Arlene, I probably never would have noticed. God bless her!
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