Wistful memories

Complications arise

Cherished ones survive

Writing my memoir evoked an array of emotions. Primarily horrific.

However, a spoonful of precious moments visited me along the way. I tucked those forever in the treasure chest that dwells within my heart.

But, above all, rests the abiding love of God. The ultimate sublime abode of all.

Hence, A is for abiding, as in the love of God.