As I look through my memories,

I see the black and white,

the color, the frayed, the bright,

I see it all in front of me,

the good, bad and ugly.

Some of the memories

don't have a meaning for me anymore.

Some of the memories

seem like they happened yesterday.

Some of the memories

aren't as clear as they once were.

Some of the memories

are so detailed I can see buttons on a shirt.

I think about these memories

like they are pages in my book.

Some are worn, print is faded

but it is still part of what my story is.

These memories show me

the pieces of my life as I know it.

I honor those memories

the ones that are mine,

the ones from my ancestors,

but I know memories

are only part of the true me.

The whole picture only

comes into crystal clear focus

when memories are in perspective

and I see the beautiful landscape

of my wide open future.


~Copyright 2010, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~