Thoughts on Memories
 

Itís funny
how
angry words
are only spent
and recognized
in
present time.
 

 The yield of hurt
is indisputable,
yet
in retrospect,
all that is truly remembered
are the soft sided,
gentle
words of love,
radiant smiles,
and warm touches
we receive.
 

 Harsh words
of rage and hate
for all their
perceived
power,
simply float away
on the breezes of time,
leaving only
the residue of happiness
as we
bask in the brilliant sunlight
of warm recall;

How
 strange,
this slice
of the
human condition.