Memories

memories
orphaned, like
glistening sea shells
strewn
on a desolate beach,
washed ashore
anew
with every ebb
and flow;
some broken,
some opened,
some empty,
some intact;
a myriad colours
and forms,
each one holds
a different story
waiting to unfold;
as two tiny feet
upon the shifting sands,
stop awhile to gaze
and pick them up -
shards of an old
broken heart
and a blotted out world,
that long to find
a new home,
in her warm
precious folds;
reminders
of what it means
to be in touch
with what is
real,
broken,
human,
alive.