Remembered

[Wynona]

Pencil scratching the middle pages of a journal

Breathing in the scented candle air

Moments passing like grains of sand through an hourglass

The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot

Conversations on the old couch

Warm air wafting through vents

Family coming in and out at leisure

Velvet hangers with thrifted clothes

Scrapbooking supplies

A love mended and gilded strong like Japanese pottery

Coos of a baby

Ill be remembered if only for the things that would not get done if I disappeared

Ill be remembered because for a handful of people, I created home