I sort through the pictures

Cataloguing each one

Good memories

Bad memories

The ones I wish I could forget

The ones I hope to always remember

A memoir of my own

One that would be of greatness

A script for the ages

A pearl-lined legacy for my children

The truth is all I can do is hope

Sometimes hoping for the best

Is all we’ve really got
While it’s not much

It’s something to hold onto. 

Okay
I can’t post a poem
I just have nothing to say 
I’m just exhausted 
My mind is so full.