Creative wheels turn
In directions unexplored
Where will I end up?
Creative wheels turn
In directions unexplored
Where will I end up?
The days when late nights
Turn into later mornings
Summer days are here
I can remember watching my mom take off her wig at the end of some days and how she’d just stare at her reflection.
Of course being as young as I was I didn’t understand fully what breast cancer was doing to her or why she had to put her hair on her head
But what I do remember was thinking how beautiful she looked when she stood there-bare and exposed.
How I wish I could travel back to that exact moment as the adult I am now and just hug her-and thank her for indirectly teaching me to love the bare and exposed parts of myself
For those parts are where the hidden meanings are waiting to be found…
To be the faded image in your back pocket
How did I ever earn the privilege to be loved by you
Memories turned into keepsakes because we couldn’t let go
If you look hard enough you’ll see the cake I dropped on the floor
In the corner sat the chair that couldn’t sit anyone else
-It had weak knees-
And though the brightness has faded I still see the shine in your eyes
Look at me and I come to life
And on the day I take my last breath I hope your face is the last I see
Add it to the list of faded images that I’ll keep with me forever
The postcard I never had to send
Absorbed my thoughts as I spilled them
Recounting them to me in times I needed them the most
My memories are you
The scar on your elbow is the “Wish you were here” from Mexico
The spaghetti stain on your shirt is the “Having A Great Time” from Italy
Unfit for a back pocket
But the perfect fit for my heart
My forever post card
Forever stamped, return to sender
Long after the door frames crumble
Our fingertips still hold on to what was
Signed, “We were here-circa 2007”
Memories etched into stone