Memories Have a Heft

Lift with your legs.

What’s in head or hand may have a heft if held,

or a ding if dropped, a lasting mar on a thought.

What glimmers more where tarnish has once dwelled?

Back from broken bits, what baubles are brought

if what’s dropped could ever forever be forgot?

But I’ve some helping hands for a heightening haul.

Whatever heirlooms dropped, they will have caught.

What’s fixed to many fingers might not fall,

so I’ll still yet relive, repeat and recall

my home and golden summers well spent:

Gardens, dinners, laughs and love above all.

But here's the growing burden and consequent:

Memories have heft fewer are lifting;

I'm to carry more as fewer are living.