Memory Monster

What memories are made of

Frankenstein monster

A bit of this memory and a bit of that. The hand holding, the laughter, the innocent touches. All bound together in a couldren of thoughts that swim around within my mind. When I am on my own in the dead of night I reach up into this pool of thoughts and begin to build. The eyes are quite fine, the personality is correct, the height, and hair color are supreme. Everything is perfect even though the stitching isn't so good they, my creation, is wonderful. Deserving of being alive.

Now is the time to breathe life into him.

He stands as I start to give him a voice through my own, a heartbeat of which we share, and a vision of the future. We are in perfect harmony, in sync with one another to the point of mimicking shadows. When I cry he is there to gend the wound without ridicule or shaming. When I feel down he is around to make me laugh with his goofy behavior. When he starts to come apart I bring my sewing kit and gently patch him back together again.

What a strange hodgepodge of a monster.

With every move and blink of an eye is a memory of my own coming to life. All of those people who contributed to his life have given me a great gift of which can never be lost by time or weather. My monster is always here diligently tending to himself and me, always relying on me to keep the memories so that he can wake up each day. We depend upon each other in this workshop I have in my room where he was born, where the invention of a monster of memories was created.

Assist me in the making of dreams

I am quite happy to know that you are around my monster of memories, I will always feed more into you. I will continue to experience the joys of life so that you can continue to grow until one day I no longer have the strength to carry on.  You, my monster, will forever continues to touch the lives of many because your memories are not only mine but though that I have shared them with and when I am gone you should never be sad as the memories of you and I are also within you. Even you can make your own memory monster.

Stichwork

For now my monster we will perch here and help others to make memories, we will bring them together and let them create a workshop for when they need to make one of you. As they age they will more than likely build one to maintain the joys of youth, of special occasions, of warm feelings so that when they no longer have the strength to go on, they too will have created a monster to share with those who are dear. They will never die alone, the memories are fresh and thriving, with breath, eyes, a nose and a mouth.

What a beautiful creature.

Author's Note

I honestly have no idea if weather this is a poem or a story honestly.