…T’was the day before Christmas…
…The other gloves had all been sold…
…Still they knew the girl’s mother would come…
…They could even hear her screams of joy…
…The first day at the park was heaven…
…Throwing snow balls and holding swing ropes…
…Petting the shy neighbour’s dog soft ears……
…Giving high fives to all her giggling friends
…But why, yes tell me why?…
…Why did she have to go back to school?…
…Will she ever come back? I wonder…
…A forgotten glove on a bench in the park, was whispering its story to me. I thought I’d share ;-)…
Far Away In The Sunshine 
So much joy and love in this photograph and story. What someone else might see as trash, you see as a key to a world full of love. Thank you for sharing, Anyes.
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I was actually thinking of the little girls who lost the glove and wondering if she remembered were…I am glad you like it Kozo 🙂
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thank you for sharing your creative imagination!
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I had so much fun with this one 😉
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Une rencontre très bien mise en lumière! Beaucoup de poésie – merci, c’est bon!
Bonne fin de semaine!
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Bon week-end à toi aussi Gine 🙂
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Poor lonesome glove – and poor chilly fingers. Hopefully there is a reunion. A lovely whimsical post – thank you.
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Thank you Soosie, I wanted to set the scene for another post …soon to come 🙂
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Wonderful …. no, it’s not fun to be left behind … alone in the frosty world … *smile
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I promise you I hear it whisper to me 😉
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You ARE indeed, a writer. Spotting a wayward glove would only inspire such thoughts in a writer’s heart and a writer’s brain. Pure poetry.
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Oh Barbara…this is music to my heart as I always navigate between words and images…and back to to words…Thank you xo
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Well you definately have conquered the “P’s”…photography and poetry! Beautiful.
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Thank you so much for this very sweet compliment and thank you for the follow 🙂
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I love your poem and that lovely, purple, frosty glove! Now if she comes back, you’ll have to let us know. Hope there is a happy ending here!
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Yes, it might be the subject of another post 😉
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Très jolie photographie, qui suggère beaucoup … 🙂
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Est ce que aimez?
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Oui, j’aime beaucoup !!! 🙂
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When I see a forgotten glove, I wonder what happened to the other pair?
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I always do too, Seeker 🙂
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Beautiful words to go with this lovely frosted shot.
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I had fun with this LadyFi 🙂
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as the last line from “prince of tides” proclaims, “it’s the mystery of life that sustains me now.” your blog tweaks the sustaining mystery…love it.
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Honey I am speechless…Thank you xo
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oh you make me feel for the glove….smiles…i have found gloves before and pondered them…i bet it is sad without her….smiles….nicely written…
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Those words coming from you Brian mean the world 🙂 Thank you
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So beautiful and creative! I love it.
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Thank you Deborah 🙂
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Ooo lovely..though the glove does look lonely!
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Lonely and cold 😉
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