she sat, chin resting in hand 

and thought of days gone by,

dreamy-eyed

~~~

while her face spoke of a thousand

memories, unconscious smiles,

momentary sadness, joy

~~~

how can one heart hold so many

precious things without exploding, 

and reminiscing stirs the pot of them

bubbling, brewing, boiling over

~~~

it seems one can only remember

so long at one sitting before the simmer

overflows, messy

~~~

joy and sadness mixed, love, longing,

loss. all of these make us human

and she was one of these

~~~

©Heather Pound 2022

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