A Circle Of Remembrance

A Poem about Memory

I have struggled my whole life with sadness,

with many unexpected tragedies along the way.

There has been more than my share of madness,

where complicated emotions have held me in sway,

I have learned to deal with disappointment and disaster

illnesses, unexpected and untimely deaths, and losses

I’ve come to realize I can never become their master,

And like many of us, I carried my share of crosses,

No one promised that life would be soft and easy,

That like kites we’d float aloft on air, nice and breezy!

But even in the best of days, even in haze, we remember,

Even after the blazing fire, there remains the glowing ember.

We all have our circle of memories that surround us,

That tug at our hearts like restless children who long for play,

Even when we think we have it figured out, things confound us,

And we are forced to face our own truths every single new day,

But such is the cycle of memory, of the ups and downs of life,

We all must deal with our own portion of struggle and strife,

And somehow find the courage to muddle through, to survive,

It is one of the many costs we must bear every day to be alive!