Mr. Jingles, Mr. Jingles
Your keys always found their way to my office
To chat awhile and open doors to our hearts.
To dream of a future.
Until that one deadbolt stood in our way.
When you were gone I found myself missing you.
That jingle, that tingle, that way we mingled.
I suppose those keys now belong to another.
Your words brought to me a memory of my grandfather, whenever I heard the jingle of keys I knew he was close by . . .
I also imagined a friendly night gaurd or merry maintnance man making his rounds and keeping company with the one who stayed a bit later than the others at the end of a long workday.
It's nice to see a post, I've been away from cafemom and my Whispered Words for far, far too long. Thank you
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
Life is better with art in it . . .
Untitled wee thing I wrote.
- JudyMarie
on Mar. 2, 2011 at 9:48 PM