The Art of Remembering
In a home
Frozen
In time
You will remember
Funny the fragments
That break apart
Aren’t we
Bound by memory
Remembering
While
Picking up the pieces
Remaking a life
Re-ordering the pages
Living in reverse
The mind rewinds
In fact
You can go home again
You too have a
Docent
Telling the story
Slant it lovely
Slant it real
Sift it in remembering
As you go home again
Virtual remembering
Physical changes in time
For us to pick up the pieces
The smallest of detail
Left in the dust
Off the places with the Pledge
Soaked cloth
Light as a feather
Dust off a memory
Here
One over there
All in the home
Housing your memories
You can look homeward
Angel
All of the memories
Are yours
elizabeth w. marshall 
Like a child’s china tea pot, all lined with cracks, are the memories of our lives.
After spending five days in a hospital setting and foster home setting with my parents… this is very interesting to read. So many memories, changes and forgotten images trapped in seniors hearts.
this is beautiful….visiting childhood in any form – home, pics, people, “things” brings a waterfall of memories. i love the line “slant it lovely….”
Wonderful to have you here. Thank you for your encouragement and lovely words on words of poetry. I like to image of a waterfall you bring here.