The memories of my life
Are etched in my mind.
I play around with them
As pieces of a colorful puzzle
That interlock in infinite ways.
The happy ones with the sad.
The good ones with the bad.
The gray with the colourful.
They come together in a mosaic
More beautiful than any found
In the most majestic cathedral.
A tapestry more richly patterned
Then any woven in any cloister
Or pieced together in the richest patchwork.
I mix and I match.
I make sense of my history.
I hold each moment
Up against the light.
The opaque with the translucent.
The insignificant with the life-defining one.
I recast each memory
Found in the labyrinths of my mind.
All was good.
All was well.
All was as it should be.