Forgotten Memories

Photography: Jetta Marie
Poetry: Jetta Marie
Gratitude Of The Day: The beautiful memories of the past that so many wonderful people have allowed me to share with them. I know and grow to love and understand people more and more with each story of their life that they share with me, and I am so honored to be able to share and do my part in keeping those stories alive.

Forgotten Memories

A memory frozen in time;

A lifetime of stories forgotten 

And buried beneath the winter chill.

Though I suppose in pondering,

That the sadness of the loss

Of the precious memories 

Concealed within this vessels icy tomb,

Have gone and past by now

And the memories of its past

Now lay as it does

Trapped beneath the grasp of winter

I wonder still its life;

I wonder still of how it came to be

Here, now, in this very moment of time

Breaking free from its bitter, icy, capture

And praying for another chance

Another life

Another moment of importance,

 a moment where it's past

Can be remembered

And its future once again

be full of stories, hope, and matter.

I wonder in that moment 

when the ice will set this memory free

If anyone will be there

To hear what the victor of the chill

Has to say of its life.

Will one hear of its adventures,

Its love and its loss

It owner

And it reason for its icy fate?  

Who, other than myself,

Will grant this lone warrior of the past,

The chance to be heard 

One last time?

Who will wonder and admire the life

A forgotten memory holds

Despite the Ice that has long since numbed us

and conditions us To walk right by 

Such a precious thing as it is? 

Memories, in time,

Like the dust of the earth 

will fade into the snow

If we do not share them

With those whom we love and trust.

To truly live past your time 

To exist beyond the sullen reality

Of the fate that each of us must face

When our time here has expired;

To obtain that fountain of youth

And a life beyond our graves 

And the bounds of death 

That must come in the end for each of us,

Our memories must break free

From the ice and the snow.

We must share our lives

Our stories and our adventures

And allow ourselves to believe

That there will never be another

who's story will be the same

As the legend that we each call

Our simple little lifes. 

Our memories matter, 

Our existence may not have changed the world

But for one moment 

we may have made an impact

That our children may appreciate,

That our posterity may learn from.

Your memories are beautiful

and your life, well lived, a victory,

For their will never be another

quite as you as you. 

Let your memories break free

From the snowy frozen state

And be shared with joy and excitement

with those who would hear it.

Let your life give guidance 

To those who will hear your voice

Long after you are gone from this world.

Let your memories never die

Let them reach for the sun

And never remain 

In the icy grips of a blind eye

And the silence of being forgotten.

Though we may age

Though the memories may fade

And we may submit to the winter tomb 

where our days of glory are all but lost, 

In telling our stories

We shall live on;

 Our memories need not be forgotten

If the stories continue to be told.

In this we can survive the winter

In our stories being told in legends,

 we shall free ourselves of forgotten lifes

And in this we can remain present.

In this, we can be remembered. 

In this we can live on.