Special moments are carved in stone
The instant they are founded
We recall each when we’re alone
To know our hearts are grounded
The memories can make us laugh
And, sometimes, make us weep
For when faced with pain’s aftermath
These times are ours to keep.

Sweet memories serve as a balm
To heal the broken-hearted
Granting a short-lived sense of calm
When quiet has departed
A chance to see a brighter hour
Than the one we must face
Our recollections have the power
To fill our lives with grace.

Special moments rest in the mind
Remaining ours to treasure
These tributes to joy left behind
Confirm, beyond all measure
That when our hearts are forced to bear
The days which make us groan
Our memories will be waiting there
Forever carved in stone.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection