Memories

The memories we have within ourselves The ones we have upon our shelves. Are what we remember as being true Because of our perception and what we knew. We all look at life through our own eyes Our memories are what provide the ties That binds us to the essence of who we are And the time we have spent on earth thus far. What reality is, one could question. What is right – what is wrong - - which direction? A consensus of people is what we look for To validate the memories that knock at our door. The memories we have are precious to us. In families, if they don’t jive – what is the fuss? If we share experiences not remembered the same - - Is it okay to point a finger and cast blame? Because I do not remember the same as you Does it mean mine is wrong and yours is true? We each have our path to walk along And each of our lives has their own song. We see things the way they need to be seen To fit for us and the life we have preened. You have your memories and I have mine And it is okay if they are not in line.