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ravenmagic444
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A poem about remembering that one day the little things will be best memories to hold onto.

Rocks

I remember

How you used to collect rocks,

Small, round, smooth bits.

Each one meticulously chosen

For reasons I didn't understand.

"They were here before us,

And they'll stay long after we're gone."

You always said.

These little treasures

Adorned our tables and shelves,

Like silent immortal markers

Of where we've been

Along the way.

I found a rock today,

Speckled white and it fit perfectly

In the palm of my hand.

I brought it to you and

I placed it atop the stone that is

Your own eternal marker now.

I stood there for awhile,

Watching the way it glittered beautifully

In the rays of the setting sun.

I walk with my head down these days,

Not because I am sad,

But because I never want to miss

A rock you would've loved.

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