Memories Collected Through Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Putting together puzzle pieces one by one like we
gather our memories throughout life.

Differing because the puzzle when put all together
will give us an exact picture of what's meant to be.

Being human, memories are collected through time,
fitting together in life, no reason or logic to it.

Not until our deaths do the pictures become complete,
we never get to see the final picture however.

Because we have already escaped this life through
death's embrace.

Leaving only blurred pictures of who we really were
to those who are left behind.

Others are still in the process of gathering their
memories in gardens of their minds.

Taking them on a journey like we have done, in the end,
having the same outcome everyone else has had.