You are a memory.
Like a wildflower
in the pages
of an old book,
like a monarch
hanging in a shadowbox
above the fireplace,
like a Polaroid
in an album
under the bed,
like paisley wallpaper
yellowed with smoke,
like sand between our toes
where a mountain once stood,
like an old star
in the summer nights sky.
by Doc Marek
I am so proud of you son. Keep dreaming and reaching for the stars.
this is beautiful.