Memories instead

 Spending time

Being grateful

For the past

Thankful

For the present

AND

Hopeful 

For the future

For all of

The goodness

Grief and strife

Have forced me

To confront

The demons

The skeletons

That are no

Longer hidden

But fully

Open

To scab

Heal

And set 

The soul

Free 

That is me

Dreaming

Of Caribbean blue

Italian frescos

And French baguettes

While firmly rooted

In red clay

Until God

Says it’s

Time to move

And chase 

The dreams

Making them

Memories instead