I do have a second alternative poem where I go into more depth about each item and it's meaning - but "I like it just like this. Memories are fleeting things. Random images that have only meaning to the one recollecting.
I wouldn't change a thing. Those seemingly random words jolt the readers memories as well, thrying to find what the bring back up from our own, thus making the point of the whole poem." - Thamalasca, a good friend on deviant art.
11. Memory
Through death they are forgotten.
Through memories they live forever.
A tea party.
A walking stick covered in badges.
Flowers and shells.
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