Albums Of Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly etching it's way through images, setting them deeply
into memory's abode, placing all else outside of focus.

Trampling through the mire of nightmares, intent on finding
explanations to be told, uncaring if they want to be known
or not.

Unrecognizable pictures playing themselves through my mind,
searching for the minutest detail to grab hold of.

Matching with others such as this - to form one complete
album of memories at a time and explore curiously what events
took place so long ago.

There are no idle wanderings taking stride within, all wonder
has it's purpose, it's space to fit into, without displacing
anything already there.

Life is a balance beam, contained within the mind and any
type of memory or event can push it either way.

Solidly built, worn with age, they will decay and vanish
from this earth.

Our memories will be stored within our souls and brought to
heaven where we will be judged according to our mind's souls.