Memories Poem by Jose F Rosado

There comes a time in your life
Where you grasp desperately
To time;
Dig your heels,
Grab its wings,
And attempt to hold it back.

This is when memories become
Like heavy stones
In your pockets,
When your footprints become deeper
In the sands you leave behind.

This is where you become cautious –
Afraid to let go and fly;
Where you need to push your hands
Into the ground beneath you;
Where your roots reach out for bedrock
Looking for meaning to grasp.

Holding on to time and breath –
Hoping to make them last.
Your fear overcomes your wonder;
Fear that the end will come.
That there will be one last memory…
And one exhaling breath…
Alone.


(December 2004)