This month's blog features a captivating poem called "The Gift of the Memoir" by Bill Farr about creativity, legacy, and empowerment.. As you read Bill's poem, may the writer/artist within you be empowered by his words
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| York Beach, Maine - Cal Shook |
"The Gift of the Memoir"
by Bill Farr
My mind is a kaleidoscope of paintings,
Colors swirling in all directions and
Caught in the ebb and flow of time.
I peer into the tube of the ages and
Gasp at all that is hidden inside...
There are so many people and places,
I cannot resist the urge to stop and
Capture each one in words.
Yet, this legacy is bound by a boxed
Frame of white and letters, caught on
Weightless pages.
There is no room for each story that
Would crowd into the space.
There is not enough
Time to hold the past.
I write, driven by the belief
That all is not in vain.
Life has been and continues to be
A tale filled with wonder and magic.
The memoir is the gate to
Resurrection.
My fingers slow as the words pour forth.
My mind races back to the moments
So long ago,
Yet so fresh and renewed today,
I cannot let these souvenirs from
The past escape. I must
Capture them now,
Empowered by this day.
Writing a memoir is a sea surging
Tide that cannot be caught in the
Small bucket that is my mind.
I view the receding years from this
Mountain peak of age. I must
Bring it forward and make it real.
Who will see the paintings in my head
If I do not preserve them?
Who will meet the characters in the
Pages of my life if I do not
Bring them to the stage of now?
The memoir stores all and reveals
Time past and long lost life.
The years that have fled become
Presents for those about
To embrace the future.
Such is the gift of
The Memoir.
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Thank you Bill Farr for giving me permission to use your poem in this month's blog. Your words express and touch the heart of my experience. It is a reminder that,
" I must Capture them now,
Empowered by this day."
if I am to leave a family legacy in the form of "The Memoir".
