Plant troubled memories. Water them. When they grow flesh and bone, uproot them from the dark places in your mind. Allow them to sit at your dinner table. Teach them not to swallow fire while you are saying grace. Forgive them should they be covered in bad auras; they are sun-starved and slim of sleep. Feed them a diet of love and forgiveness. Sing lullaby light so their pickpocketed eyes may shine new magic. Hold them close, or let them go. Should they move on, offer those memories feathers and final words of peace. Help them soar high above the vast blue of this heavy world.