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John Denver sang a song that said, “Some days are diamonds, some days ate stone.” This is true for all of us. Our minds are like the new Amazon recorder that records us even when it is off and supposed to be asleep. Memories can be wonderful and sometimes can be hell depending on what has transpired in our lifetime.
Mind Time Capsule
Memories are buried treasures found in a chest of time
Some are diamonds others stones all mixed together
Precious stones memories of special times
Moments of success and praises along the way
My fifteen minutes of fame flashes of glory
Stones of criticism sarcasm and hate
Hurled from small minds of low self-esteem
Names called labels imposed intending to box me in
Coming of age falling in love cut on the jagged edges
Diamonds of vows a veil and smiles all around
Rubies of children’s first entrance soft and red
Stones of words better left unsaid finding their mark
Stored away for future use as self defense
Pearls of aging parents moving on to their reward
A smile a touch a word of love
Tenderly placed in my treasure chest of time
Emeralds of stories that must be told
Pushing their way through the folds of my memory
Telling of days gone by some diamonds and some stones
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth