I Make a Memory
I press a forget-me-not somewhere in the Psalms
For no particular reason, I simply make a memory,
She liked them, perhaps, it was for my mother, alms
I place her Bible on a high shelf so as not to wear,
And someday it will become a part of family history.
When she, nor I, is any longer inclined to read it,
I can imagine a progeny finding it without a qualm
By then, it will have crumbled into a feathery dust,
Another memory I am passing down with little trust
Nothing provokes me to do this, except I simply must.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written January 23, 2022
entered "Absolutely Anything" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Shreya LN
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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