Quiet Reflections
In my mind, thousands of memories swim around.
Funny how we store them up,sort and stack them,are them.
I'm so glad sometimes,
glad nobody can see....
all the memory storehouses
that live and breath deep down inside of me.
Every wonderful sunset,
and flowers that were picked just for me.
Faces that became my past,
sweet nothings, and broken dreams,
good intentions and many promises
they should have known wouldn't last.
And,
times I've spent with my family,
my sister and two dads.
A bus-ride with my brother they'll never let me forget!
The laughter of my childhood,
and the moment I heard my daughter cry for the first time,
sweet bliss.
So many, many others,
but I think I'll let those be.
It still amazes the moments we chose to keep.
A reflection of what makes us so unique.
I guess i'm gonna close the vault,
it seems I found some peace,
and yes it's okay, I've come to learn
some of those dancing memories will never cease.
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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