My library of memories.
If I had to choose one memory,To place inside a book,
I'd go through photos of my past,
And I'd take a closer look,
I would hold them so tightly forever,
And long the feeling to not feel sad,
And I'd think of all the happy times and then not feel as bad,
I'd store that memory in a safe, within my heart it'd hide,
I'd keep it cherished, protected, for the rest of my life,
And only I could get inside,
I could choose a time of laughter,
A time of happiness and fun,
A time that tried me and all I was,
And questioned all I'd done,
I sat and thought about what moment would always make me smile,
That one that would push me out of bed to go the extra mile,
If I'm feeling down and low and I don't know what to do,
I would go down into my heart and watch this moment through.
I couldn't choose just one memory, I've been alive for quite a-while,
So in my head's a little library to keep them all in file,
My little library of memories so I'd never forget the good and not so much,
A little place my heart and brain can go to keep each other in touch.
I know one day the walls will crumble,
Down the books will fall,
All my memories, emotions, my all ... crashing to the floor,
But there'll be strong binding on some of the books so strong,
And I know that through the good and bad my memories will live on.
Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2016-09-23 at 01:49
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