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It’s odd how little things can be so funny.
Ducks. Ducks were
funny.
When you’d go to a dark place you’d get the “Rubber Ducky”
song as your morning wake-up tune. That
always got a reaction.
“If you don’t like it, then don’t be a little Eeyore, with
that little dark cloud hanging over your head.” Disney got it right with Eeyore … that was
you.
With the little wooden ducks the reasoning was, if the
“Rubber Ducky” song could get you to open up (just a little), then how about a
symbolic one … or two … three … four, every time you went deep there would be a
brightly colored wooden duck in the mail (along with some DVDs for Fran).
I could get them at the Dollar Store, throw one in a box
with a little packing so it wouldn’t rattle around and off it would go. For the longest time it seem to work.
You couldn’t throw them out, so you would place them all
around your room. They reminded you
that someone cared and that someone was willing to listen. You were not alone; never alone. You thought you were, but your weren’t. And besides, you had brightly colored wooden
ducks to keep you company.
I wonder what happened to those brightly colored wooden ducks. When he rooted through your stuff after
Fran’s passing he found all of the cards (birthday, Christmas, etc.) that I had
sent you, made copies and sent out another one of his “packages” of hate.
But if he didn’t understand the metaphor of the ducks, then
they were just brightly colored wooden ducks.
In the end the joke was on him.
They are probably in a box somewhere, or at the Goodwill … tossed out
maybe.
Doesn’t matter, they were brightly colored wooden ducks that
served their purpose.
She's the kind who says goodbye to houses
When she's leaving them for good
Thinks about the beauty of the forest
When she burns a piece of wood
Says hello to strangers
And every hungry stray weighs on her mind
Sees good in everybody
That few of us would take the time to find
She says every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
She's the kind who lays awake and worries
When the headline tensions grow
Thinks about the unborn generations
And a time she'll never know
Seems it's always after midnight
When we talk it out and slowly both unwind
She says every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
Every summer sun
That has passed our way
Serves to light every day
And in time will stay
Like a golden ghost in our mind
So when we have gone
What we do lives on
You know every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
When she's leaving them for good
Thinks about the beauty of the forest
When she burns a piece of wood
Says hello to strangers
And every hungry stray weighs on her mind
Sees good in everybody
That few of us would take the time to find
She says every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
She's the kind who lays awake and worries
When the headline tensions grow
Thinks about the unborn generations
And a time she'll never know
Seems it's always after midnight
When we talk it out and slowly both unwind
She says every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
Every summer sun
That has passed our way
Serves to light every day
And in time will stay
Like a golden ghost in our mind
So when we have gone
What we do lives on
You know every act of kindness
Is a little bit of love we leave behind
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