Day 147 – Memories

Memories Of A Life

The precious objects

of a youthful past

– those rampant memories –

flood back where love

must have lived and

once only joy danced

The precious memories

of a strained past

– those mournful scenes –

wash back upon the

shore of loss where

once only joy danced

Those precious objects

of a reconstructed past

– those whitewashed memories –

transport the labored mind

to the calm seas where

once only joy danced

Those precious memories

of a debilitating past

– those long-sought memories –

mend the fraying heart

in history’s tapestry to where

only loving joy will dance

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