Those Memories

January 25, 2009
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I believe in Memories
Those perfectly pieced
Scraps of love.
A rough crayon scratching
Against the drawing book
Of other lives.
I believe in Memories
Connected by the misshapen footprints
Inside the muddy sandbox
That make us stop
To try on the feet
Of another.
I believe in Memories
Soft like a unspoken whisper
Of a mother’s chapped, bleeding lips
Against a sleeping baby’s ear
When all he can hear
Is love.
I believe in Memories
That make up a lifetime.

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anomalei said...
Feb. 8, 2009 at 3:44 pm
this is touching, and beautiful.
you are fantastic, darling.
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