Wednesday, November 2, 2016

A Blog Post Can Be Worth Repeating: Memories

I stopped when I opened the small, corked jar,
for one, brief second,
I stopped breathing.
More memories,
Who would have thought that someone
at one time
placed these roses in that jar.
The fragrance was still there,
not strong, just a whisp of scent to remind me
that Mother's Day,
that anniversary,
that birthday,
I'm not sure when, 
but the memories flooded back.
I'm just not sure which one.
Memories in a jar.

1 comment:

Rita'z R-tistic Ramblez said...

What a wonderful image you painted with your words.
Thanks for sharing it with all of us <3