In that moment
All that a part of her brain had urged her to forget
Pieces, at first.
A narrative no one should recall
A tear without a home.
Reaching for the present where the past didn’t reside
unless she let it.
To help heal that long ago child’s hurt
and within the smile
She remembered the possibilities,
She remembered that dwelling in the past corrupts the present
and erases the future.
She remembered gratitude.
©August 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne