Wild chase through these memories,
Unfold a postcard from the past.
Clicked in eyes of the heart..
Preserved for eternity, but momentarily lost.
Responsibility of mundane cares,
Make calendar after calendar flip away.
But all it takes to help the soul,
Is this tidy little reflection
Coin(ed) to hold, created to grasp
The moments of fulfillment,
In finding these joys,
Reblooming, in the garden of life.