The Keeper of Memories

I am the listener…

As the Elders tell their stories

Of their memories of yesteryear

As if it all happened yesterday.

I am the questioner…

That sparks recollections

Of days gone by

Of lives once lived.

I am the viewer…

Of worn photographs

Of the people and places

Now gone from this world.

I am the writer…

That transcribes the frail voices

Piecing fragments together

As their life’s stories unfold.

I am the keeper of the memories they’ve told