I tend to not find things sacred

but rather memories

Things can burn up in a fire

but memories are your's forever

Like the first time I saw my son

when they laid him on my stomach

Like the look on my husband's face 

when he said "I do"

Like the look on my son's face

when he too said "I do" to his sweet wife

Like the time as a small child when my big brother

put me on his handle bars

and we road to the park to carve bad words in a tree

Like the time I went to meet my Australian terrier

when she was a puppy

and she jumped into my arms claiming me

Like the time I went to meet my Norfolk terrier

when he too was a puppy

and looked into his eyes telling him "your gonna love me"

Like the time my son told me 

I was going to be a grandmother

Like the time I found out

it was going to be a boy!

Like the time my son tried to teach me how to cook

Like the time my son and daughter- in -law came to my hotel room

to comfort me when I was overwhelmed by my upcoming divorce

These are memories I hold dear and often visit

especially when life gets just too hard...

 

By Lynn Hahn