Remembering Memory's Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching nature through windows, memories giving senses an
exclusive way of remembering, holding leaves of branches
between fingers.

Feeling their soft, fragile fiber of life carefully so as
not to harm them, touching the brittle needles of a barrel
cactus in the past without fear of being poked by them.

A tremendous amount of information filling our minds at any
given moment, allowing us to remember everything, including
feelings and senses attached to their memories.