I trip and fall over bulky roots of memories,
long forgotten in the light of day.
Preparing to move reminds me of places I have been,
people I have lived with,
homes I have lived in,
gifts of life and love brought forward with me.
Memories pile up in great drifts in front of me, stalling the packing and sorting of today’s hard realities.
Everything mingles together, moving and shifting about
so my mind is a mass of the tangled webs of my life.
There is no stopping the memories,
so I change my address,
fill a box,
re-arrange my belongings,
And move on.
“Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.”
~ Cherokee Indian Proverb
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