Made of Memories

Made of Memories:

An homage to Madeline Miller’s book “The Song of Achilles”

I am the book you gave me to read

Pages old and worn

Full of love and warmth

A book of our stories, each chapter a new adventure

This dedication with my name written in it

I am the ring you gave me at Christmas

Representing a promise of hope

The silver band a twisted vine

The stone clear with wisps of emerald green

This hope that still weighs heavy on my hand

I am the song that always reminded you of me

Melody sweet and everlasting

The verses full of hardship and understanding

A song that mirrored us, reflecting the swells and sorrows

This song that now only sings your name

I am a mosaic of memories

Each tile bright and colorful but jagged around the edges

Some pieces smaller or sharper than others

All held together by the love of friends and family

This piece of art from afar, but broken pieces altogether  

I am the photographs of us, the ones that I will forever cherish and look back on

I am the letters I’ve been written, each one unique and never to be left unread

I am the jewelry I’ve been gifted, always worn but never tainted or lost

I am the old ticket stubs, heart gum wrappers, and notes passed in class

I am all of these things, altogether, and all at once