Memory Day

 

Memory morning

Inhale

Exhale

Same Scent

Same day?

Memory day

Was it ‘go to the park’

Was it ‘play in the watermelon fields’

Was it ‘run errands with Grandma’

Was it ‘a few hours at the fair’

A day of the past

Colliding to the present

Momentary reminder for this spirit

The child from then still exists

Beneath altered form

Just as the people from that time

Exist beyond the wrinkles and earth covered boxes

Memory day

 

Author's Note

Cp. 7:16PM Mon 11/12/07 �Breath in Breathe out� Mat Keaney Writing just to, Here finding Self, Blah but going to be Ok (Written, Lenore)