Jigsaw Babylone

By Pam Patterson
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Piece by piece
We build a life.
Those we love,
The hopes and dreams
Take shape, each piece
A part of who we are,
An interlocking scrapbook
Of time and place and people.

Then, one by one
The pieces slip away.
A person here and there,
We lose the past.
A portion of the picture
Slips out of focus.
Bits and pieces of yesterday
Shift into memory.


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