Big and small together they pour
In the basket of life that is so cold
Sometimes jittery sometimes composed
They remain in the basket which they call it their own
Resurfacing as the waves of ocean
Rekindling life to my dead ocean
Shines thru my eyes and quivers my soul
They come and visit me in my moments of gold
Togetherness once and distant again
Gathering all these moments array
Some with laughter and some with tears alike
Sweet and sour Memories make my life a real delight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories memories...a motley clown..'er my head a golden crown..nice work Joanna