Funny how memory can play the role
Of a well-meaning deceiver
Whisperer of white lies
Weaver of softening patterns
Rounder of rough contours
A childhood sadness you once knew
Now recalled somehow no longer so
Her kind shielding of you from hurt
Rewriting history to protect you
Sad no matter how hard she tries
To take down sharp edges sometimes
She fails in doing so enough
To hide from us some pain completely
That never seems will ever be relieved
Lanning Lee 