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- 1 52 am walking along she noticed the flowers blooming on the tree overhanging the sidewalk. she said they were pretty. i asked if she wanted me to pick her one. she said sure. i reached up and snapped a clump of two or three blossoms for her. we stood on that sidewalk for a moment. she smelled the blossoms, lifted them towards my face. i smelled them. we continued walking. i have slept in at least two churches in my time. and not during service, or that sense, but overnight. once for a good half week. i dont know if i ever told this story, here, or not, but i will tell it again. in may, the week after mothers day, when i was on tour, we were in florida. a few of us went to do some laundry. to kill time we went outside, some of us to smoke, others just to be outside. i glanced over to the trash can and, sitting on top, in a crumpled burger kings bag, was a piece of paper with a drawing on it. it was a kid's drawing. so i reached in and picked it up and out. just to see what a kid would draw. it was an orange boy on green grass. a blue sky with a yellow sun. drawn in, of course, crayon. in pen there was hair on the boy, eyes and a smile for the sun. where the horizon was was actually where the paper was folded onto itself, and taped. i slid my finger into the flap, moved the tape back. inside was a note to a mom. "dear mom, i love you very much you are the best mom in the whole world. so i gav you this pot and flower for mothers day. i love you very very very very very v---ery much. i lov you love, david wallace" i was dumbfounded. how could a mother throw this away? i passed the card around, showing it to people. asking how that could be in the trash, in a burger kings bag. i hope the mom threw it away on accident. or a grown kid had done it as a joke for another friend. i hope it wasn't on purpose. i slid the card in my pocket and kept it. for david wallace. and, for david wallace, i will treasure it always. |