Snapshots of going places,
Recollection of shared laughter,
Connective moments of time –
Weave their threads through my soul
with indifference as to their deposit.
Yet when I reach back to effect a withdrawal,
I am met with a bittersweet welcome.
Shiny and cherished, those memories
Tug nostalgically at the heart:
“That was a quaint time.”
“Wasn’t it a beautiful day?”
“My babies were little once.”
Turn the past psychological pictures over and see
How their initial viewing changes
To one of pride and treasure:
“I am glad to have had that time.”
“That day will always stay with me.”
“My babies are fine young men now.”
The twofold experience of pain and pleasure.