“Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.” -Neil Armstrong
What does this rock dream while it sleeps in the sun?
Does it recall wooly mammoths that once trod this land
can the rock remember its birth and how it came to be
Was it once in a green flowing river that honed with gritty sand,
then etched and shaped it into a heart of weathered grey stone
Is this rock’s only destiny to never beat or understand
what loving someone with all your heart means
yet it can remember the beginning of you and me?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I enjoy collecting rocks, stones, crystals and minerals. I found this one on a walk last year and first wrote about it here: Heart-Shaped Stone
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page