they are the decorations for baby showers
and the gardens that are filled with flowers
they are the calm aesthetic of quiet hours
and the bricks that build princess towers

they are the clouds that fill the sunrise
and the warmest, mid-day, sunny skies
they are the bittersweet goodbyes
and the scent of grandma's cherry pies

it seems that they are colored in pastel
but their tender act may be a shell
and you may not be able to tell
because they have you under their spell

They don't long to be found, don't wish to be heard, don't ask for attention

They hope to spark a thought, evoke a joyful emotion, leave an imprint on a wondering mind

Which can forever be locked in a memory jar, entitled

*"For Keeps"