Goddess of Memory

Source: We Heart It

She was 

unique…

different…

special…

 

In her head danced

tunes without words

unsung…

which were savored

as sacred memories

tasting them like

flavors on the air

as she breathed

 

Always shaping

memories…

smelling them

like fresh-baked

bread in the

morning sun

 

Others thought 

her odd…

She saw herself 

as the keeper

of time and

a servant of 

thought

 

The Goddess of Memory

 

© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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