Poems ~ Grimes

Poems
I am hardly ever ableto sort through my memoriesand come away wholeor untroubled.It is difficultto sift through the stones,the weighty moments and knowwhich is rare gem,which raw coal,which worthless shale or slate.So, one by one,I drag them across the pageand when one cuts into the white,leaves a trail of blood,no matter how narrow the stream,then I knowI’ve found the real thing,the diamond,one of the priceless gemsmy pain produced.”There! There,” I say,”is a memory worth keeping.”
~ Nikki Grimes