Part 1
Memories
Memories, Memories
They keep us sane,
Or maybe they make us go
Insane.
Good memories,
Bad ones too,
My mind, heart, and soul
Are filled with them.
Part 2
My Memory
To the first memory,
I visit!
England on a good day
A spring day, a warm day
End of school day.
Waiting to go home
To smiling familiar faces.
But a not so familiar face
Is there for me.
My young heart flutters with anger
And fear.
From this change…
The different face…
The car is my prison…
I do not like this change.
Part 3
Forgetting and Remembering
The first memory fades,
Bringing me back to the
Present.
The pencil in my hand.
The paper in my lap.
A smile on my face,
That confuses my
Roommate.
Memories…
Remember them
But do not forget them
Memories
Memories, Memories
They keep us sane,
Or maybe they make us go
Insane.
Good memories,
Bad ones too,
My mind, heart, and soul
Are filled with them.
Part 2
My Memory
To the first memory,
I visit!
England on a good day
A spring day, a warm day
End of school day.
Waiting to go home
To smiling familiar faces.
But a not so familiar face
Is there for me.
My young heart flutters with anger
And fear.
From this change…
The different face…
The car is my prison…
I do not like this change.
Part 3
Forgetting and Remembering
The first memory fades,
Bringing me back to the
Present.
The pencil in my hand.
The paper in my lap.
A smile on my face,
That confuses my
Roommate.
Memories…
Remember them
But do not forget them
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Ye have a gift, yon poem touched me in the heart, more so in me mind. The memories of past events need to be forgotten though, to make room for the new ones.