Brushing by me.
Some a soft breeze.
Some with hurricane force winds.
But these days, weeks, and years
they are mine.
My memories that cascade upon me.
The dear ones who have shared my days, weeks, and years.
Bright beings who have lit up my path.
Yes, these days, weeks, and years continue…but I won’t forget the memories in the rear view mirror.
The things that make me who I am.
I will trust them to shape and mold me.
Absolutely, these days weeks and years go on.
And I gladly follow where they lead!