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My Memory Bank

 

 

I was talking with a friend the other night and she told me how she was going to take her two young daughters away for a Girls Weekend. I started to remember the wonderful trips I had taken with my parents when I was a child. Some trips were only for a day, a week, sometimes for a weekend and once for month. I cherish those memories! I remember being in a camper trailer and not having access to fresh milk. I was so excited to go a whole week without having to drink milk. I hated the stuff before the trip, loved it afterwards!

More and more of my childhood memories started to pop to the surface. They had been filed away just in case I wanted to look at them again. For a moment I wanted to get lost in the past. I could remember the feeling of my father’s arms as he carried me to bed. I could fall asleep anywhere. I could remember the smell of my mother’s hands when she was baking in the kitchen. I could remember the springy hair of Beau Brummel, our miniature poodle when he had been rolling in something noxious and he knew it. Damn, he was a smart dog!

Sadly, I knew I had to put them back in the vault or I would truly run the risk of getting lost. But I knew they were there. Locked safely away. Or so I thought. My mother started to lose her memories but she had told me the stories so many times I remembered them for her. We used to laugh about it. What happens when I’m gone!

The stories that she told me happened to people who are no longer alive. Who will remember them! My stories, my memories, what will happen to them? What will happen to my Memory Bank? I guess the question is a matter of beliefs. What do you believe? Do you believe that we live on in another form or are we recycled into the ether?

I don’t know. I know what I want to believe. But I don’t know. If Heaven exists it must be pretty crowded. Of course the same thing could be said for Hell. I do not believe the human mind is capable of understanding the next step. I certainly don’t. I don’t think logic comes into it and that is where you rely on faith.

I have my wonderful memories and one day they will all fade into the Cosmo as will I. Until that time I am going to continue to make deposits into my Memory Bank. How about you!

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Thief?

 

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Time is a thief

Stealing our lives

And all that is costly

Each day it revives

We fight to hold on

We fight to remain

Perhaps we are wrong

And it’s time to refrain

The battle to fight

The battle to win

Is the one that is lurking

So deeply within

Enjoy what you have

Enjoy who you are

Your time here is finite

Let the exit be far

In the Blink of an Eye

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Seconds and minutes

Hours flitting by

Decades have passed

In the blink of an eye

 

Just moments ago

A new child was born

Then knees that were skinned

And hair that was shorn

 

Next dances and kisses

The girls and the boys

Years that go by

Now the price of the toys

 

A mortgage, a spouse

The whole package deal

Responsibilities build

This life it is real

 

After time you look back

To the highs and the lows

Some laughter, some smiles

And yes there were woes

 

But this life that was lived

Was yours for the taking

Remember it fondly

It was of your making