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Memories
Coloring pages
 Spread out across the table
 An inviting view
 Even for the cat
 That sheds long hairs onto the crayons
 Splayed out for display
 The ghost of a man lays slumped
 In a cushioned chair
 Faded eyes trained on another memory
 Three small girls
 Scrambling to seize
 The waxy color of their choice
 He smiles fondly
 Fingers drumming on the arm of the chair
 Before melting back into the past
 
 
 My Uncle Phil
 With his towering monkey tree
 And friendly house
 Leads me through his twisting garden
 Selecting smooth stones
 And rugged shells
 To press into my small hands
 He grins
 And I gasp in delight
 His sincere, gentle words
 Painting pictures of adventure
 Into my youthful mind
 But this memory, too
 Escapes my grasp
 And flies to meet forgotten friends
 
 
 I try to hold on to
 What I can before they all roam off,
 Seeking freedom
 From a mind so cluttered with modern ponderings
 That it forgets the most important things
 I know how my thoughts
 Push away these priceless memories
 Of happiness
 That I had with my favorite uncle
 With a heavy heart
 I unlock another caged memory’s door
 And watch it flutter away
 Before looking down into my uncle’s face
 It is still and lonely
 A captured moment of pain
 Before his last breaths
 As I turn away
 A tear slides down my cheek
 And I don’t bother to wipe it away

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