for those memories are now
just like these little kittens
I hold in my hands

those can be kissed
and treasured
but not held too tightly.

we always knew
that good times came
with termination contracts
even if we weren't quite ready
to sign it.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.

you were
and always will be

that first ever touch
to have fertilized
the ground
beneath my life’s trees

that first ever rose
to have fragranced
the rest of my memories.