Her Memories

Memories''' nostalgic are the colors which they bring...

The joy and pain of a life, hopefully''' well lived

A mother asked to tell her story''' yet

Is every story a happy story

Or are they fraught with joy--pain and loss

Such were her thoughts...when

Her son gifted her this book''' a few today's ago

Requesting to hear her story

She read a few of the pages

then sat quite still

Pen poised'''

And all the years came tumbling''' like a great mountain

Knocking her to the metaphoric ground

She could not understand'''

why the past felt so weighted

As if it just wanted to be forgotten

She could not write a single word

So, she placed the book upon the shelf

Foe even the great, the wonderful memorie'd moments....

....hurt

in a whimsical, surreal and utterly surprising way...

But, he kept asking "are you done yet".

So she began

How...

To speak of the year that she was born.

Now that would just give her age away...sorry readers...but nope! Not for your eyes.

To speak of the teenage years.

Oh heck no. Is he serious!!!

Please forgive the handwriting. Her pen-woman-ship is kind of like her personality''' wonky at best.

Dream vacation.

She could share all the pages

But who knows how long it will be

Before courage and a filled-up heart

Finally spills over onto the pages

And a life once buried deep within the subconscious

Finally takes wings

And FLIES!!!!