I often contemplate my life
and open the iron curtain of time
and wait in unbroken silence
for past images to appear that still haunt me_
but recently in the deep hush-hush and stillness
I question my rumination_
is it possible these memories are not mine ??
and careful consideration
of my childhood tragedies- I wonder
were these even my memories ??
but the result of stories told over the years
that became real from constant repetition_
grandma was a storyteller
and even mom told a good family story !
and quietude of memory
I have death- grief of my own to ponder
thoughts that now dwell in my adulthood
and these are my own sad memories and sorrow !
time taught me tranquility and serenity
and the peace to accept what is
and the strength to leave memories not mine behind_
June 23, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/in quietude
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All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Reflection in Silence
sponsor, Silent One
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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