The children are shaping memories
Using paint, crayons, clay to express
What only they know best.
Scraps and crumbs land on the floor
Something I once wore.
We all have been here before.
Looking at the rest of a dress
Knowing you didn't expect any less
Collecting little pieces nonetheless.
Memories come in all shapes and sizes
And stories colored with new surprises
Wide-eyed wonder and adventure
An old memory and a new venture.
© Colleen Yorke. All right reserved. 2020.