whispering voices
resounding throughout
the household
my heart
beating in memory
of our times together
now spent

daydreams cascading
warmly over me
before being flash frozen
like blue chips
of glacial ice impacted
in my heart

years of toil
spent miserly
hoarding the good times
and the bad
all the times together
but now distant
as I put my motherly ways

as age creeps upon me
tugging at these memories
lodged hard within me
I will be one day
put away
just yellowed memories
that are now theirs

fading away slowly
until all that remains
is a bit of me
caught in amber
and handed out
like gemstones
to those
small as yet unformed
buds on the family tree

by Trish Shields

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