WHERE OUR MEMORIES CALL HOME
As we pack up our house and prepare to move…
boxing up items we hold dear…
I have to smile everyone and then
when I think of all the memories we’ve made here.
40 years of memories created with friends and family
memories that once formed…
only our minds can hear, touch, taste and see.
Memories are so amazing…for they can never be one-sided…
because every memory make together is easily divided…
Because while making a memory…through different eyes we see…
meaning we each take away a similar yet slightly different version
of that same memory.
Meaning there’s no way to tell how many memories…large or small
once they’ve been made together in this house
are actually painted on these walls.
Another amazing fact about memories…is how they are abstract…
because wherever we may go in life…they’re already packed.
And since they’re always with us…neatly nestled in our mind
easy to recall…
we can take our memories with us while at the same time
leave them painted on these walls.
Which means wherever we may go in life…
wherever we choose to roam…
our old memories will mix with our new ones
in a place they both call home.
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