Written by T. Davis

I learned many years ago
That memories don’t come from
Most of the things
We accumulate in life
Memories come from small mementoes
Gathered during special moments
With a connection to that time

Collecting that keepsake
As time passes, picking it up again
Holding it with
A flood of emotions
Closing my eyes
Refreshing that instant now
Being transported from the present
Back to that period, in time
Matching the moment
I selected the memento

Reconstructing a vivid vision
Of why it was selected
Where it was picked up
Why it is still special
Reveling in the clarity
Charged with emotion
I treasure those small objects
Carrying me back
Into the soulful essence of life