She snatched the memories too close to her,
woven in a silky string of delicate relations.
It slipped, broke and beads were all scattered
She could hear the twang and beads jumping on the floor.
Disorganized, random memories making abstract picture.
Some memories were on focus. Clear, bright and visible.
Rest were hazy, trying to escape through the memory lane.
Together, they were snapshot of a moment.