I picked up perhaps the last load of familial
photos from my son's house yesterday. I
like to frame them age appropriately and
set them 'mongst the shelves of my library.
They bring to mind so many memories,
both real and imagined. It's also a time to
rid myself of some that I should have done
years ago. I pray the sorrowful memories
die along with the shredding, although I
deem it unlikely.
heart remembrances
memories best forgotten
others soothe my soul
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