By: Jody McMaster
I cant suppress all these memories. Why would I try?
The past, like a songbird perched matter-of-factly on my window sill.
Not to be neglected. Passed down, recorded, each one.
On blank pages are penned an account of my life.
Etched on my brain for eternity.
Story Tags: contest entry || Interpretations || Jody McMaster || memories || poem || poetry
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