Dedicated
Remembering a loved one after they are gone and carrying them with us as life goes on… Read More Dedicated
Tag: memories
Hold Tight
Hold tight to the good things Don’t let them slip away Too fast, too soon, too suddenly Too far away one day Remember what they’re good for Reflect on who they’re with Appreciate the moments Each gift they had to give Hold tight to the good things Like they’re the only things you have Hold… Read More Hold Tight
April Showers
A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
Figments
Forgotten moments What will they become When the book closes When all is said and done Erased by time Lost in space As unrecognizable As a stranger’s face Figments Of what once was Will someday become Moments forgotten
Drift Away
They went to the ocean To watch the waves To let their memories Drift away To the far corners Where earth meets air To a place where dreams Are theirs to share Like pearls plucked As priceless treasures From a sea of endless Possibility
Your Story’s Not Done
Memories are alive They breathe and age With us, like us They’re never the same They shrink and expand With each breath in our lungs They return us to places Where they once had begun They remind us how far We all have come Before whispering, “Your story’s not done.”
Final Resting Place
Fractured flower petals Gather ‘round the vase To lay on the table In their final resting place Though their perfume’s faded Of their scent, she’s still aware It’s a gift she’s been given Of a moment once shared Still, she dares not touch Lest her fingers feel them go Bit by bit Until nothing’s left… Read More Final Resting Place
Cloaked in the Shadows
One sunny day It returned to me By way of the shadows A distant memory It crept along Where the bright light shone Walking the line It had long since known Crossing-over Between light and dark Leaving in its path A trail of sparks Illuminating What once had been Cloaked in the shadows Of now… Read More Cloaked in the Shadows
Threadbare
I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
“It’s the End of Summer!”
In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
Jessica M. Collette 
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