A memory holds magic, like a mirror where I see
Scenes from a different place and time, shadows of former me
I bottle them in boxes, I pickle them in jars
I label them with sunshine and bits of discarded stars
And each one is so precious, be it full of light or dark,
For thinking of these memories reminds me of my mark,
In all my years of living, even moments long forgot,
I’ve left a legacy of truth that cannot be bought.
The stories that I told, the flowers that I grew
Each childlike heart I touched, each time I breathed anew,
Though I’m not proud of every moment, I choose to see instead,
The peace of my warm bed at night, the smiling mouths I fed,
I hope that when my body’s turned into a speck of light above,
The thing I’ll be remembered for is all the times I loved.
