03/12/2026
Sometimes a memory appears
like a small glass bottle
washed quietly onto the shore
of an ordinary day
Inside it lives a moment
preserved in soft color
the way your laughter sounded
the way your eyes warmed a room
Time may move forward
like a slow turning tide
but those pictures remain
untouched by the passing years
Because the heart
keeps its own gallery
where love hangs quietly
on every invisible wall
And no matter how far life carries me
those painted moments stay bright
resting gently in the place
where you will always live
—
www.stephysplace.org