on the memory seeds
February 07, 2018
Grief
I’ll trust the softly petaled path
Toward the Memory Seeds
There I’ll nestle
Dip a toe
Run my fingers
Through the cool, dark pool
But I will not swim there
I will not stay.
I seek the seeds
the joys, love, and laugher
the sorrows
the life
To collect, save
Tuck each into my soul
And with time
Somehow
I will become
More.
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