Her memory

When I was younger I had a lot of memories that made the girl you see today. Not many things in life can change a person unless you really tried. But with family, anything can change you. Whether it be you went to Disneyland, or to the beach, memories form. For me, it was to can hunt with my father. I remember waking up early to leave every morning to go with him. He would load the back of the truck with some trash bags and of course, being a tiny munchkin, he brought tinier bags. Traveling slowly down an old gravel road, carefully eyeing cans. A song he and I favored was On The Road Again by Willie Nelson. Ah, it was the time him and I would sing along. These memories are only solidly implanted in my brain not only because I really enjoyed these moments with him.     

   But I lost him eight years ago due to a car accident. All the memories that you have with a person that you love the most can’t really just vanish in time if you really favor them. But of course, as the years go by, the memories twinkle and fade. I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t miss someone and their memories, especially your own father. Those days and the beautiful times we shared, I laid to rest a couple years ago. But Lord knows I carry peace from laying it down. Written in a chapter I wrote a couple years ago. Ya know, the age you’re right now? Yeah, I see age as a chapter and of course, we all started at a solid point. Being written day by day. Like you read a page with some form of motion and or action the main character is doing, you are the main character. You’re the one writing the book, well metaphorically. Honestly, I’m glad I got to spend a good nine chapters with my father because not many people can say that. Not many can say they had any memories with their father and that causes a pin needle sting to my heart because everyone should be able to have some memories with their father. You never know when you are going to be sitting in a room staring at an Ern thinking about them instead of making more wonderful memories. My life story, or life book, I should say, hasn’t ended because of the loss. But it has taught me to be strong every day not having him in my life and to cherish the days I have with my mother and brother. The song only reminds me of the specific memory of can hunting with him in the morning, that’s why I also enjoy the outdoors even if I don’t go out very much.

Her

In the ways of the world, she always found her way around every struggle life put her through. She would have the face of determination and power.

But sometimes with those characteristics, the light she has, fades out and it makes her life turn black and white.

Even when she smiles in these times, no one could tell whether she was happy or if there was something wrong.

But she always remembers her faith in these times.

But when your brain has a surrounding of stormy clouds, real thoughts and emotions are hard to capture.

Hard to maintain and hard to express, even when her colored heart screams love in plea.

Her heart has carried damage for the most part.

But her goal is to let go of the past and expose herself to the present.

But how can she when her heart is attached to the things she loved so dear.

Her heart fools her all the time by thinking it is filled with love for one, maybe two.

But she only has true feelings for one and only one.

Her soul spears and blushes when the sight of his face is visible.

Because she can read what is underneath the surface.

For he can be the reason behind her elated smile.

For his eyes remind her of the sky and unforeseen mysteries.

In the wake of the day, she dreams about roses in pink.

For the day she hopes that her soul is meek.

Ponder and praise, shaking out of the daze she puts herself in daily.

But today she can hardly think, her eyes are heavy with dark and clouds have gathered.

God only knows how much she can handle before her heart and mind give in.

All she ever wants to see is the brightness of the sky, the clouds beautifully separate before her eyes.

The cool air to blow back her dark brown hair heavily.

For she knows this is a heavenly gift God has given.

She loves nature and all its fine looks.

Her eyes widen with amazement when she sees the mountains.

But when she stood up on them she was breathless, as though she had reached the sky.

But in the light, as she stood she never let a chance run by. Because she was adventurous and witted.

She can’t help but be more anxious because of the past that caused her innocence to shoot into the moon.

In the order to get her heart to strengthen she had to go through trials that almost killed her. Like a child living in the wild refusing to take sources to live.

But now she is free, now she can actually see the light to the other side.

To be able to dream and see what she can achieve.

For she is the reason why many hold on to dear life, many to smile, and many to keep trying.

She will be the flare that roams the Earth. For she is a child of God.