Memory's Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Memory's Hands
Living in an honorable place, watching inner
pictures move and become a life history to
ponder while continuing to fulfill it as best
we can.
Watching for pitfalls and curves along the way,
avoiding some, yet hurtling head-long into others.
Waylaid by those dear to us, we hold our memory's
hands as we glide musically into the next world.
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