Sonnet For Forgotten Memories

Foreshadowing our conclusions
of the things we’ve wrought
in the furnace, the iron forge,
are the things we sought
in our youth, our folly,
our innocence, regained.

The hope of a lighter yoke,
a lesser burden, lesser pain,
was only achieved by fire
and the crossing of the Baptism.

The waters of Lethe
never touched our lips
as we were led
to remembrance.

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