Thoughts for Today

Thoughts on Memories

It’s funny

how angry words

are only spent and recognized

in present time.

The yield of hurt Is indisputable,

yet in retrospect,

all that is truly remembered

are soft sided,

gentle words,

smiles,

and warm touches.

Harsh words

of rage and hate

for all their perceived power,

simply float away

on the breezes of time,

leaving only

the residue of happiness

as we

bask in the sunlight

of warm recall;

that which we want

and choose

to remember.

Strange,

this wedge

of the human condition.

                                         Joyce Burns 2011

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2011