A Lifetime of Memories

I don't remember life as it should be
What I do remember
My memory has become my own version of events
What I believe to be true
When I check the facts
Of family stories
They often differ
Than what my memory holds
I paint my own reality and
I am glad for my own happy outcomes
There are the dark memories
Which I am happy to forget
To let go of the pain and frustration
With the lost memory
This is prevalent in childbirth
That moment the baby cries
All is forgotten of the labor
I feel honored to have lived
Through this happy event three times
More happy memories to grow on
With an entire lifetime to remember or forget
I write to remember