Memorials

A designated day

Loved ones gone

Flowers not real

Feelings authentic

Artificial foliage weathers

The cold


On days when I would

Rather forget

I try to remember those

Stories lived and told

Otherwise

Obscured by every day's

Clutter and noise


Discard the present

For a piece of the past

A parlor

A table

And chairs by the fire

We open closed books

And picture albums


In memories

Good or bad

Preserved

Locked tightly

Holds a view

Unique to us

Very well written. You're on a roll.

I'd rather be on something else;-)