Jigsaw Poem by Natasha Almeida

Over time I try to arrange
The jigsaw of life.
I try to put together jumbled pieces.
I look back- remember,
Reminisce.
Some memories fade,
Some remain vivid.
I count the number of marks, indents, scars,
Left on my physical and emotional being
I smile
When I think of them,
They who picked me up when I fell.
A tear drop is soothing now.
I invite change
And if change is inevitable,
The jigsaw will be re-arranged.