Segments of my life story.
Good ones, bad ones.
Ones I regret and ones I am pleased.
Ones I long to forget and ones I barely recall.
Ones I laugh at and ones I cry about.
Ones that touch me deep within and ones that spark other’s interest in conversation.
Ones that only I know and ones everyone is familiar with in whole.
Memories of family, old friends, pets, fights, laughs shared, things of this and things of that.
Memories imparted that collectively produce my mind, and make up the segments of my life story.
~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem