What we hold close to heart
too often can tear us apart.
That at which we only guess
too often leads to excess stress.
Age does not bring wisdom as much
as forgetfulness to all we touch.
Every task breaks apart
with pain in hands and feet and hearts.
Tasks are accomplished at great cost
as we move them along, feeling lost.
It is said that “thankfulness is the hearts memory.”
I say “Forgetfulness is the heart’s cemetery,”
where confusion and loss are allowed to rest
knowing we have done our best;
where mistakes are forgiven
and all we are
is just enough
to feel like heaven.
annarino writes 