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mark john junor Aug 2014
memory's floorboards
the worn wood blackened
by weary footfall
constantly retracing steps
sometimes with worries or strife
sometimes retraced with loves forlorn wish

memory's floorboards
it has ceaseless wonders of hope
a spaghetti of things lived felt seen heard
that give credence to the hope you hold
and helps you endure

lay open your your tightly shut window
lay bare to sunlight
these tapestries of your life
this mosaic of your life's journey
this room of faces past
places distant
roads once traveled

look upon this face you wear within
this ink and dust face
see the truth of you and then
embrace the moment you live in
with thouse you love
leave this room with its memories
walk in the sunshine

— The End —