Today, January 7th, our prompt is Indelible from Ruth at Image and Word.
First thing that comes to mind is that stubborn stuff kids tend to find to scrawl their artwork over your best tablecloth or the wallpaper.
I also remember strict instructions from the teaching staff at grammar school that our names were to be printed on knickers and other items of clothing with an indelible marker. As if I could forget my name, I ask you!
Then again, you could have a particular indelible memory, one that is yours alone or one you may wish to share.
Images dance before me,
Never ceasing in my mind,
Dreaming or fully conscious
Embracing all that is good and kind.
Loving each tender moment
Impossible to remove from my memory,
Blazing with hope and passion
Living together, side by side
Encaptured in the forever of my soul.
Written for Linda Hill’s Just Jot January https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24840312/posts/1725204538
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
Written for Linda Hill’s Just Jot January https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24840312/posts/1725204538
pensitivity101 
When my dad was in the nursing home his name was on all his clothing but it didn’t stop the delivery ladies from sending his clothes to the other “Tom” in the home, the other “Tom” was about three sizes smaller than my dad. So no joy there.