Still a dreamer…Old Memories and New Hopes

A little metaphor based on Rainbow Bridge.
You see them all over town. On the ground, in the subway, on the bus, on top of the mailbox, outside a taxi, inside a taxi. A single glove just sitting there all alone. Sometimes covered in dirt, rain, or snow. No match in sight. Sad little glove. Actually they come in all sizes and colors. So this is a story about a lost glove. I am giving this one a personality. The glove felt useless because it was no longer in use. Nobody wanted one glove. The little glove had nowhere to go, but be put in a drawer and not be used again. The little glove wondered how it’s match was lost, it happened so fast. On a lap perhaps and fell off when someone stood up, left on a counter, fell out of a pocket? Oh well, how much time can be spent on why and how it happened. It happened and the glove wasn’t really a glove anymore. Just a thing, not keeping anyone warm and cozy.Oh well, at least I wasn’t thrown in the garbage. One night the glove fell asleep and had the most wonderful dream. Walking across a beautiful bridge built over a lovely pond. The glove found itself over the bridge, and in a land unlike anything ever seen before. Surrounded by scented flowers of every color, rainbows covering the sky, mood evoking music playing and way far away in the distance, the little glove saw hundreds and thousands of gloves of all sizes and colors dancing and singing, and laughing. All of a sudden, silence…quiet..and very quickly a very large dark leather glove came up to the little glove and said “Welcome to the Land of Lost Gloves. We have a surprise for you little one…and then it happened. In the distance, her match, her mate was coming right up to her, and they were together again, never to part..and they lived happily ever after in Gloveland.

Comments on: "All I Want For Christmas is my Other Glove" (10)

  1. SUSAN SCHRENZEL said:

    so poignant…….

  2. sameh tanios said:

    The idea is really amazing,it make me thing that I am watching a cartoon,its very simple ,clear,like child soul , Mixed with the most deep human felling

  3. How lovely to have such a wonderful connection. A twitter follower from Cairo reading my blog. I appreciate Sameh that you read and left such a sensitive and soul relating comment. This certainly makes the world seem smaller and nicer. Heartfelt thanks, Paulette

    • sameh tanios said:

      Time is god gift ,simply we share it with others,as every thing we have is a gift

      • Sharing and gratitude to share is also a gift. “Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.” Henry Ward Beecher

    • This is one of my favorite posts. If anyone has lost a beloved pet and read Rainbow Bridge, you will see why I choose to write about it, applying to a glove that really has a life of its own. Possibly anyone who has lost someone they loved so dearly. Hope you enjoy and all comments are appreciated and I will answer. Paulette

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