A regular guest
Always
Managing
To find his
Way back
To this place
Always
Managing
To keep his
Path hidden
From his host
Which was okay
Reservations were
Not accepted anyway-
The proprietor
Remaining
Ever ready
To welcome
His friend
However long
The space
Between visits
With freshly
Sliced strawberries
And a kind word-
A life lesson
For other guests
Young and old-
All creatures
No matter
Their stature
Deserve freshly
Sliced strawberries
I’m not sure how many years this turtle visited my parent’s backyard, but it was several. When our family visited, we would go outside to look for Buddy. On one particular occasion, there was some construction involved.
Our youngest son, Ryan, decided Buddy needed his own little resort. Ryan found a plastic container and gathered some rocks. After careful placement, he added water. And believe it or not, Buddy crawled right in!
Today, I am grateful for this sweet photo and memory.
Piano Girl 
Kelley, what a beautiful poem to bring this memory to life! I love turtles. Thank you for sharing this sweet story about your Dad and your son. 💜
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Thank you, Carrie. 💗 I’ve always been fascinated by turtles as well. Makes me smile to think of my dad sitting there, talking to that turtle. 😊
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You know…I get a sense that they enjoyed their visits with each other. 💜
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I believe you are right. 💚
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Kelley, this picture, poem, Buddy, …Ryan,and your Dad’s boots. I’ll think of it when I eat strawberries just as I pray for you all each morning. This is so precious. Much love, 💛 🐢
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Thank you, Karla. 💚
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You’re welcome, Kelley. It’s truly my blessing. 💚
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