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How dim memories can slip away.
The decades of life highlighted in our thoughts
Sifting through the large colander
Of daily happenstance.
Leaving very few past images that can bring us gentle peace.

Only special celebrations can we access.
Moments of a wedding day
The first child's birth
So many firsts
are sealed away and hopefully stored
Safely within our minds.

A child's birth,
A newborn's first cry.
There are so many firsts that jumble and crumble
Seeking a place on memories first call.
We seek to remember everything every day.
A beloved Christmas
A happy birthday
The anticipation of all life ahead.
Blend into the years that are the journey of life.

We are distressed when the memory has faded and gone
Into the dark recesses of thoughts that are stored
Away from our recall, away from our grasp.
We vaguely remember these lost treasured images, but
The shadow of the joy felt remains.

It seems such a cruel joke of our creator's design,
As our memories slip past us when we are old
And life becomes quiet and we are alone.
No one seeks our company.
Our time is now empty and devoid
of the busy appropriation
life once threw our way.
Confused, we seek affirmation
That our time was well spent.
Successfully, with purpose and honor.
And painfully grieve
That memories vanish like smoke in the wind.

Grieve not these years of quiet and rest.
Wrap yourself in the warm shawl of abiding.
Believe and rejoice.
Your mansion awaits.
Built by the crowns you have won
Your race is not over
It has just begun.


Mary Kate Marozas
October 16, 2021

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