Even life’s happiest or most punishing memories fade and blend,
Replays in my mind begin to blur and take new form.
This gives me pause to wonder,
Do I really remember anything as it really happened?
Have I embellished happy stories into fairy tales?
Drama tellings into movie material?
Perhaps I’ve stirred life’s memories
into one big pot of memory soup,
all of my own making? 🙂
© DiAnne Ebejer