Memories - Poem by Wendell Belden
Bright memories, like exquisite porcelains,
we carefully place in our hearts and minds.
That we might visit with them, like old cherished friends.
Dark memories, like sacks of garbage,
we throw into the darkest corner of our souls.
That they might not surface into our present!
Other memories, like leaves in our yards,
we leave scattered about.
That the wind in our lives might toss them into remembrance, from time to time.
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