Keep
I'll salvage the fading memories,
I'll keep the past stories,
Days spent with my family,
Moments spent with my friends.
My father’s words, I'll treasure
in their bits and measure,
He stood at the gate
when he saw the handiwork of fate.
My mother’s words are my threaded beads,
I didn’t know they were seeds,
They bloom as I journey through life,
Their fragrances pervade my room in every quest and strife.
I'll keep my pictures of yesterday,
Even though I'm too saddled to sit with them today,
One day they'll be my inspiration,
They'll be the pathway to my memoir.
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