It’s time. It’s time to pick up the pen again To make some space, sifting through a cluttered mind To dust the cobwebs covering like lace woven, an intricate design It’s time to embrace the memories To dig in dusty boxes, pulling out instead of pushing down To search in the nooks and crannies, where they are waiting to be found It’s time to gather up all that’s happened To sit with boxes of this years recollections captured in photographs To remember, the countless moments that bring out many tears or a contagious laugh It’s time to make room for some pondering To hold close those moments of sunshine and smiles which filled your daily life To grieve the deep losses, hard parts and hours as you waited up in the night It’s time to sort through and decide what to keep To release and let go your expectations of how you thought this year would go To receive all this year did have to offer, the lessons learned, and ways you did grow It’s time to remember this year gone by To