In the chapters of our life, the pages
run full, creased, wrinkled.
Recall softens the stories,
and thoughts run a flurry
a shaken snow-globe of memories
as intricate and delicate as snowflakes.
We scan through the columns of the
past looking for the warmth left behind,
and we find it, wrapped in a package
of tradition, with care and purpose,
strung through our hearts, tiny fairy
lights illuminating those fragments
imprinted in time, reborn each season
through music, merriment and love.
We spread the hidden tales of
those captured moments sharing
the story of our lives.
