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In my kit bag of memories
swirl moments of darkness and pain,
and moments brilliant with sunshine, laughter,
and the growing of a whole heart.
I could dip my hand in and pull out
the musty dark ones,
but those I banish to the farthest reaches
of my mind, to the Past,
to my youthful incompleteness.
Instead, my mind watches a constant smiling rotation
of beloved friends, beloved children,
beloved grandchildren and other small wayfarers
I have cared for,
beloved pets,
all dancing on the green earth, in joy,
under the bluest of skies.
My choice.
At Real Toad's last Mary's Mixed Bag, Kerry has set us the challenge to imagine holding a bag, carrying two items, one that heals and one that harms. Do check out the other links, for some very imaginative responses to this prompt.
