'' Those Passed Still Thrive '' Poem by Bri Mar

As I sat to ponder,
I let my mind wander,
To far distant days now passed,
The passage of time makes some grow fonder,
Why do our memories last?

Though they do bring joy,
They can also annoy,
They can also bring you great relief,
It is self-control you need to deploy,
With those that remind you of grief.

We can't pick and choose,
What we win and lose,
What we learned when put to the test,
Will determine which ones we can excuse,
Though you can't always remember the best.

How we're designed,
Can make us inclined,
To choose what we want to recall,
That doesn't mean to those bad you are blind,
The good ones do tend to enthral.

Discard if and why,
These words don't apply,
To those who have now moved elsewhere,
Recollections of them you will never deny,
Memories show them that you care.

When feeling withdrawn,
By remembering those gone,
You are keeping their spirit alive,
Each tiny memory brings a new dawn,
Ensuring,

‘' Those Passed Still Thrive ‘'