I shuffle through the memories of my past.
As the pages turn, the smell in the air is ripe and bold.
Heavy with the scent of her.
I feel my heart thumping,
The tears start to roll.
Cannot get back what I once had,
I want it so bad.
He sees me suffering, or does he know?
The pain I feel is old, but raw, pink in the center, and cold.
So many minutes taken away.
Why couldn’t she stay?
Her beautiful soul shines through,
I feel it on my fingertips while I shuffle through each page.
Pages and pages to be turned.
Filling my heart with days long ago.
Repeating one thing that I know,
My mom is gone, she has left me for good.
Memories fade, if you let them.
So, hold on tight, and never regret them.
Sometimes I shuffle the pages more,
Sometimes I shuffle them less.
They are always there to help me sort through my mess.
DoRee MelNic 