Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take
In laughter and love, joy and regret
Seeds of the memories that we will make
Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
Nurture and grow the first leaves that sprout
Fragile stems that reach for the sky
Water with fondness, weed out the doubt
Nourish the stems that grow tall and high.
Gather the sheafs of memory tightly,
Moments and joys we are eager to keep
Cast off the chaff of sorrows unneeded
Pain and dismay that cause us to weep
Harvest the memories kept deep in our hearts
Memories that made us the people we are
Stored against need, against turmoil and hurts
Memory guides us, like some distant star
About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Comments (1)
Well-wrought! The last line was especially keen!