The nature of memories
Is comparable to pebbles
Found on ocean shores.
The pretty ones.
The ones you admire for their pure perfection.
The ones you may collect into
Parcels of folded hands
To be deposited in display jars
When you arrive home.
But they weren’t always that perfect.
It’s just that the tumbling tides
Of time
Wash away the details
And imperfections
Leaving them much smoother
Than they were
When they were formed.
Lauren Kathleen 