And floods of remembrance, like the Ocean during a storm

Come,

Crashing into the shores of the Heart.

Great swells, washing over-

Drowning the Self

The Heart-

Frantically grasping at Waves,

Fruitless clambering

Desperate attempts-

Keep them from returning into the Sea,

Fading into

the

Horizon of Forgetfulness.

Snapshots, Priceless Treasure,

Time momentarily suspended.

Small containers of Memory,

Keeping cherished moments from escaping.

Wave upon Wave

-Images of love:

A man, woman, and child joined together;

A new Family.

Births of children and siblings,

Birthdays, Holidays, Vacations,

Adventures of Everyday Life

Captured, all, in the eye of the camera.

Snapshots held by the Heart and Mind more precious,

Still, than those of any camera.

These images a camera cannot interpret as fluently as the Heart:

Swell and Sweep

The Eyes

Hold the images of smiles and laughing faces,

Intent gazes between two sets of eyes,

Lines and curves of bodies;

The plump cheek, the soft lip,

The strong arm and back,

The delightfully pink fingers and toes,

-These images, all, held by the Eyes.

Crash and Pound

The Ears

Still recall the sounds and echoes,

Vibrations and tones of voices,

No longer calling out to us.

The ears know the laughter,

And the gentle, sweet tones of love proclaimed in those voices.

And how many sweet, tender, and precious words

-once spoken in the sounds of those voices?

Rise and Fall

The Nose

Recalls the aroma of the bodies of our Loves.

And, how exquisite!

Buried in the recesses of the soft belly, the sturdy chest,

The strands of hair that grew from the head;

Their sweet perfume once permeated the air of home with the scent of Pure Love!

Ebb and Flow

The Hands

Remember how it felt to reach for and touch what the Eyes beheld.

The Hands recall the feel of the texture of the hair,

Silky, coarse,

How it lay over the curve of the head.

How wonderful to stroke that hair with the fingers and palms!

Lift and Lull

The Skin

Remembers the warmth of the skin of another;

The sense of safety and security known in the touch of that skin,

The fine covering of hair brushed across the skin.

How amazing! The sensation of the Touch of Love!

Roll and Churn

The Lips

Hold, always, dear, tender kisses

Passed between Mother and Child,

Wife and Husband,

Brother and Sister.

The Lips carry, ever, the names of those we loved as we speak our Hearts’ desires.

The lips will feel, always, the urge to call out to those we miss.

Though not truly empty, the Heart suffers most.

Drenched in Waves of Memory

The Heart; the chamber of Remembrances forever stored,

Drowning in Emotion

Sustaining their joy.

The Heart: Interpreter of Love’s language.

Ocean Spray

Speaker of memories to the

Eyes, Nose, and Hands,

Lips, Ears, and Skin.

The Heart: Intimate Keeper of our Love,

Holding the Ties that Bind.

Tempest Temper

The Heart: Sturdy Vessel of Love