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Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is Real.

The things that are the most real are the ones hardest to quantify. You can’t hold them in your hand, unless you count holding hands.

When I was young, if you had asked me what was real I would have said houses or land, money in the bank, but I would have been wrong.

The real things are quick silver wispy bits, of no physical substance even while they are the weightiest.

You cannot actually see sorrow or hold passion, but there are few things greater and more substantial.

There is an unbendable strength to what is real.

Real things are absolute and do not change. Nothing can erase them once they exist.

Real things are evident when the heart looks.

Isn’t it odd how the firm and solid things, the truest and most concrete things of all are not definable things at all?

Yet they couldn’t be any more real.

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This is my first Five Minute Friday post. We are given a one word prompt and five minutes of time. No edits. Scary.

Here we go.

KEEP

I keep many things

Old knick knacks from my grandmother’s shelf

Tiny dollhouse furniture

only to be looked at

Made of tin cans by a man she once knew

Its red velvet cushions not to be touched

A ceramic cat, curled up, unnatural yellow painted fur that doesn’t make me sneeze

The box my viewmaster used to be in

Other things collect themselves there now

Pictures and drawings

Cards from my children

Misshapen hearts constructed of red with flaky streaks of glue from a decade ago

Of all the things I keep I wish to keep a heart that loves

Full of forgiveness for the tattered bits and mismatched colors

the dust that clings to the corners

and sharp edges of all that is kept in my memory

Kept in my heart.

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Donna Jo Stone