Markers

Whenever something wonderful
happens in our lives,
we mark it with a special memory
we can call back any day.
Through the years, we place
many more markers there
to recall in times of despair.
They flood back the good times
we’ve had
in order to help us
back on our feet.
The little markers filled
with love and joy
we store inside our head.

30 June 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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