MY LAST MEMENTO

MY LAST MEMENTO

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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In a paper box of memories...

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In a paper box of memories

Name etched in ink

I carefully collect

Stained folded photos

Hand-scratched notes

Souvenirs of nostalgia

Pieces of reflection

Mourning recollections

Happy retrospections

Remiss to reminisce

While I paint the past

In my own colors

Blissful blues

Sunny scarlets

Gleeful greens

Forgetting the grays

My box of mementos

Tucked neatly away

Until one day

I’ll breathe my last

Hands will pack me

And place me gently

 In a box of etched pine

Earth will hold my memory

Marked by marble

Carved with my name

And I shall be my last memento…


© 2016 An owl on the moon



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Sweet nostalgia painted perfectly with your brightly penned poetic soul. Tuck them away in our hearts and minds and our little boxes --to shuffle through them when needed to bring as much happiness to those who find after our loved ones are gone as it does when we pack them away. Beautifully done my friend.

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

I do have quite a few boxes that contain memories, and they keep me smiling when the joys seem to sl.. read more
Hello, a very beautiful poem on matured and remarkable idea. Loved the visit.

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

I am so glad you came by to read. Thank you.
This touched me on a greater level emotionally. Somehow, it seems impossible to me that we'll be remembered after death. Even in memories. But I keep on hoping, to be a memory..
This is beautiful, Craig. I loved reading this. 😊

Posted 9 Months Ago


Dr. YumnaKay

9 Months Ago

Hopefully..
You're welcome 😇
An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Do you for one moment question my prophetic eye? 😊
Dr. YumnaKay

9 Months Ago

No I wouldn't dream of it 😉
First . . . you taught me that it's spelled "memento" (I thought it was "momento"!) Secondly, I love your word play, putting various sounds into little collections that sound good together, as well as lending vivid imagery. Third, I love the way the overall message starts in one place & leads smoothly & gradually to a very different place, yet the parallel is a thoughtful comparison of memories packed away in a box (for the two concepts).

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

I truly appreciate your lifting words, dear poet! Thank you. I believe I actually wrote this one aft.. read more
I like how you've transitioned from the mementos we keep as a reminder of our pasts to how we, ourselves become mementos that the Earth packs away. We never truly disappear, do we?

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words, dear poet. True, we never truly disappear.
Profound emotions and a glimpse into an uncertain future. I like this line, it would be remiss not to reminisce. The what after runs across all of our minds at some point in time, wondering what will be said about us after we are gone, or what affect the absence of our life have on the ones we love.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Though I want to cremated, I have thought that I would love for my favorite poems to be place with me and burned. They would burn within my own soul and forever be within my presence, where ever I may go. This poem makes me know, I want that!

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Oh, what a wondrous expression as you move into a new place of life and light. You are filled with s.. read more
wow, very nice read. it flows together so nicely

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

I appreciate your comments so much, Carly! :)
Nice work:):):)XD:):D Pen on.

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much, Hannah! :)
Such sad reflective words here, Craig. Yes, we all have a box of memories and albums of sweet moments. "Mourning recollections".....those who have gone into their boxes before us leave their footprints on our hearts and minds just as we will leave ours on those we leave behind. I think you have many years left to create those memories, Craig. Well written. lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your precious kindness, dear lydi. With the passing of my mother and father, the words.. read more

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