• Pieces of Her Life
    Pictures lay thrown all over the floor,
    their memories singing softly out to the sad eyes watching.
    She could place them together,
    make one large picture,
    but they would still mean the same thing either way.
    It was her past,
    the good and the bad,
    but it was her past.

    Tears fell from her eyes onto
    an unnoticed and already wet hand.
    Her dreams, and her hopes,
    they could all be seen there on the pieces of paper.
    These things made her who she was,
    and made her what she was for today.
    It was her past,
    the good and the bad,
    but it was her past.

    Copyright 2008 by Molli Courtney