Memories

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

Memories

© Janet Martin

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