https://www.reddit.com/r/simpleliving/comments/1j0wugf/it_still_holds/
created by sarbrandhawa on 01/03/2025 at 10:45 UTC
68 upvotes, 3 top-level comments (showing 3)
There was an old bench under the neem tree. My grandfather built it—plain ,made to last.
Every evening, he sat there with his tea, watching the trees, watching the sparrows. Then one day, he was gone. The bench stayed. Time passed, . The wood cracked. No one sat on it.
One evening, I found my father there, running his hand over the worn wood. He poured oil into the cracks.
“It still holds,” he said.
I sat beside him. The dogs came. The sparrows returned.
For a moment, it felt like we weren’t alone...
Comment by NatalieSoleil at 01/03/2025 at 11:05 UTC
8 upvotes, 1 direct replies
That feels like poetry....and reminds me of my time with my farther.
thank you.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Comment by Forward-Principle106 at 01/03/2025 at 13:52 UTC
5 upvotes, 1 direct replies
What a beautiful little story.
Comment by suzemagooey at 01/03/2025 at 20:37 UTC
3 upvotes, 1 direct replies
Love endures like nothing else.