Preserves Memories

Memories are like jars of preserves.
 You prepare the fruit, cook them down and let them cool.
 Then you prepare the jars, washing them carefully and sit them aside.
 You prepare the labels and place them on the jars.
 Then you add the cooled mixture to the appropriate jars.
 Sealing them tightly, so no air will seep inside to spoil their goodness.
You store these jars inside a dark cool place, often forgetting that they’re there,
until a hungry child comes to sit at your table eager to open a jar of your tastiness.
 Sometimes a jar might have developed a crack allowing air to seep inside ruining the treat and sadly you have to throw it away, but most of the time the preserves is perfect allowing the child to savior the texture of your sweat and tears, your joys and pains to aid them in their struggle.

I advice anyone that’s out there that think your struggle in this world is hard. I advice you to go ask your parents or grandparents how it was in their time and you’re be surprised what they will tell you.
Hold on to your memories because one day, when you’re older, a young person might come up to you and ask. “So, how was it like in your day?”
I know I will.