Poems and short stories about life, love, and the things that shape our souls…
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This poem that I am sharing has to do with memories, and how they can shape us throughout our life. How often have you heard a song on the radio or smelled a familiar smell and it brings you right back to a certain time and place, and suddenly you are lost, reminiscing? Memories are precious; they are the storybook of our lives, and oftentimes they bring us together as we share stories that begin with "remember when..?" How horrible it is when someone develops Alzheimer's and their memory is gone and how sad for their loved ones. Then one day, they pull something out of the memory bank and everyone is astonished, and hopeful. But it doesn't last long, unfortunately, and before long the glassy stare into the distance is back and they are looking at you as if you were a stranger.
Memories work hand in hand with our conscience. If we are about to repeat a past mistake or something that did not work out so well, this tag team steps in placing a little voice in our ear to remind us, and to hopefully get us to think twice about what we are about to do.
I have a drawer that I call my Memory drawer. It is stuffed full with photo albums, loose pictures, birthday and other cards collected from friends and family throughout the years, memorial cards picked up at funerals for those who passed away, and various other trinkets and mementos. Many people hold onto these reminders of childhood, Christmases and holidays, birthday parties, prom, etc. There are times I open the drawer intending to quickly look for something and I immediately get caught up in reading the cards or looking at some of the photo albums. It is bittersweet when this happens, as I look back on my life and the moments that were important enough that I held onto them in some form or another. Then there are other times when I am just struggling to get through today, without drudging up the past, and I know that opening up that drawer is going to have to wait for another day.
I have found that memories can change over time. They can soften or become less emotional, or in some cases they can stir up old feelings of anger or betrayal, and suddenly an emotion that you thought you had moved on from is back in your life again. Sometimes we keep things running through our head on a continuous loop over and over again on replay. What value is there in hanging onto these memories? What is the purpose of doing that, other than impacting the quality of your life in the present? If there is a lesson to be learned, learn it and apply it and move on. If the nagging memory is due to a wrong that was done to someone, can an apology be made to rectify the situation and release the bad memory? If so, make it. But if there is nothing that can be done and all the memory does is bring you down, try to let it go. You cannot change the past so why carry it around? Do not let it impact the present or carry it in the future. They all mesh together eventually, so don't let one impact the other in a negative way.
The Weight of Memories
There's a box of old memories
That sits upon a shelf.
I know exactly where it is,
I put it there myself.
There are days I go to reach for it
Then suddenly refrain.
Some days I'm just not strong enough
To walk down memory lane.
I don't know what I'll find there;
But then again I do.
Memories of days gone by;
The times I spent with you.
And many family photos
That reflect the happy years.
A good and carefree childhood,
Yet still there were some tears.
Who wants to open up old wounds?
Life is hard enough
Without reverting back in time
To all that gone-by stuff.
It is hard enough most days
To put a smile upon my face
Without dredging up old memories
Of a former time and place.
Memories are heavy,
They can weigh me down inside.
How long I choose to carry them,
Only I decide.
But memories are fluid,
They change as life goes by.
What once made me laugh with joy
Can now cause me to cry.
And quite the opposite, I find
Something that once caused tears
Can bring a smile to my face
As the pain, it disappears.
These memories, they are like clay;
They shape us as we grow.
They mold us as we take on life
With each experience that we sow
These memories, they're building blocks
Stacking on each other.
Piece by piece, as life goes on
They build on one another.
They strengthen us so we stand tall
Against life's endless tide.
Each struggle that life brings forth
We can handle it in stride.
These memories, they are like trees
Standing tall and strong;
Allowing us to bend, not break
When hard times come along.
So whatever's in the box, I won't fear,
It helped me shape and grow.
I can handle any memory,
And some I might let go.
So I'll go and open up that box
And honor what I find,
Because the present, past, and future
They all are intertwined.
Scatter Seeds of Kindness presents a new collection of poetry from K. A. Bloch, the author of Walk through a Field of Flowers. Her poetry explores a wide variety of themes, such as memories and how they impact our life, the passage of time, stereotypes within society, and bullying. She also includes fun and lighthearted poems designed to bring a smile to your face and shares her struggles with trying to practice kindness and not always succeeding. Sometimes raw and vulnerable, sometimes light and humorous, these verses encourage you to be kind not only to others but also to yourself.
This poetry collection presents personal life experiences and thoughts set in verses and provides the inspiration or motivation behind each poem.
Scatter seeds of kindness
Wherever you may go.
Reach deep inside your heart
And scatter them to and fro.
Scatter seeds of kindness
And bring a few to share.
You never know when you’ll find the chance
To show someone you care.
About the Author
Kristin first began rhyming words together at a very young age. Soon these words expanded into poems and stories that enchanted family and friends. A compilation of those writings was recently released in her first book, Walk Through a Field of Flowers. Kristin works full-time and has earned a MBA degree from the University of Phoenix. Kristin is also a certified personal trainer and certified Pilates instructor, teaching several classes each week. This is her second book.