The Shepherd of Remembrance
With age I have become the shepherd of remembrance The caretaker of dreams The defender of sorrow And the custodian of faith That despite the frost arrives even as the Night Jasmine blooms and reflects their light back to to a sad-eyed summer moon. And I am the guardian of experiences Where the ghosts of anyone who has ever said, “I love you,” like my mom and dad Or left me The way she did Live on To remind me that moments of happiness can only be caught Like butterflies in snapshots which never reveal What happened seconds later.