
My thoughts and memories
Are woven together in the past
When I pull one thought, one memory
Others, that are woven
Interlocked begin to tug
The more I pull on one, to see it clear
The more it blurs what I try to remember
Pull harder
and it all begins to unravel
So maybe it is best to just add
New thoughts, new memories
And to look at the past as a whole
Makes perfect sense. Beautiful.
You thought you’d get us to put our thinking hats on this Saturday. Well, it worked. At our ‘mature’ age, memories are an interesting thing. My husband can remember our first phone number. I’m lucky I remember what I was doing that year. Take care, Jon. Hope we all see each other again this year like in real person. 🙂
Inspired!
love the visual piece!
A beautiful work of art!
Reminds me of how it sometimes is as I’m growing into seniorship.
Art