Tuesday, June 12, 2012


They adorn phantom stages
They breathe on night’s breeze
Turning invisible pages
Into memories
As we weep on a coffin
I thank God for these
For they comfort us often
They are memories

Parting can be heart-rending
But through grief’s agonies
We have the tender blessing
Of memories

Now we hold a moment
How precious are these
Seeds; for they grow into

© Janet Martin

Let's make today
a good memory!

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