
This Moment (3rd Place Winner of IDEAS Poetry Contest) By: Rebecca Graham
What was before, but is not now – Haunts the soul and robs the night of sleep. Memories, like photos, fade, or should But for the constant vigil we keep – We fan the flames lit in remembrance Until the smoke clouds our days, We chain ourselves to the past And wallow, like martyrs, in our pain. What could be, but is not yet … Continue reading This Moment (3rd Place Winner of IDEAS Poetry Contest) By: Rebecca Graham