Mementos from a Time Traveler

Different generations collected in lockets around our spine,

faces being careless in times that we coincide.

How did we transition to the present?

Stepping stones that brought us here,

it was in the times of guttural fear,

the late night pondering.

The worries,

oh, the worries.

It was the new beginnings

in new moments we can make everyday,

it was the times you felt you did not want to stay,

you stayed.

Collected in items you once thought were things,

are now filled with the contentment it brings,

the development of what you have become,

all those moments you had to succumb.

the pestilences,

the prayers,

the peace.

What else my dear can you not defeat?

Our beloved elderly are so wise,

the ones who can take us on a tour through time,

the ones that make a home in lockets draped over our spine,

the ones that guarantee our time here can be at most, divine.