She stood outside on the weathered wooden deck

And smiled into the summer breeze.

Her eyes sparkled as the wind tickled her cheek

And swept her hair and smelled of change.

Life had taken many turns along its way.

But what it was, the zephyr that passed by her,

Was really an air of remembrance.

She stood in line for a rollercoaster

At a popular amusement park

On a field trip with her classmates.

It was a time of change; the seniors embraced this.

They laughed and carried on – paying no mind

To how others perceived them.

The breeze swept by them and they enjoyed it.

Every moment savored, every moment blessed.

As the wind whipped by her cheek this day,

She hoped to remember that moment forever.

She stood in the grass among the people,

Yet she felt utterly alone.

Her eyes looked at what they everyone’s attention was on,

But she did not focus them.

The sky was blue, but the clouds were gray.

The moment was one to remember, but it was somber.

The gray stone pounded into the earth looked cold and distant –

She did not want to picture Grandma there,

Still, she would hold this moment in her heart forever.

It’s strange how the insignificant moments

Become the significant.

Certain simple moments become entities

Locked away in a closet within one’s brain

To be brought out on the rainiest of days

And relived.

Stand still then,

Look out over the present,

Fret not what is to come in the future,

And wait for the breeze to bring to you

An air of remembrance.