Bella Shepard

Memories

 

I gathered all of my memories into my arms

And held them tightly against my chest, caressing each

I buried my face in the tattered remnants of years gone by

It’s funny how they still hold the faint scent of mothballs and lavender

Here are memories of life and love

Of promises kept and hopes deferred

Of the person I had been, or wanted to be

Memories still hanging in closets

Tucked neatly into the old oak chest of drawers

Boxes of them stored in the attic

All the hopes and wishes that had gone unfulfilled

Lying side by side with those I had accomplished

But most precious of these are the memories of my beloved family

Just by thinking of their names, I see every detail of their faces

The way they smile, the sound of their voices

And I know that from now on all these memories will begin to fade

Until they’re gone forever

I desperately need to visit each, one last time

So I carry them into the garden and we spend a lovely afternoon together

Reminiscing, laughing, crying

And when the time comes to bid them farewell

I reluctantly stand up, on shaky legs

Look to the sky, and throw them into the air

Watching as they climb higher and higher

Framed briefly against a deep blue background

Then falling to earth, and scattering like so many pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

My life, my being, my memories

I walk among them, and when I reach my door I turn and look back

I must have come out here for a reason, I just can’t remember...