Memories don't cry,
They are our friends,
Give them a small nest.
Make them be, our best friends…
Our moments of joy,
Our loves, our dreams,
Our best things.
Our moments of sorrow,
Forour dears, make our tears
Drive out, our fears.
These are, a very part,
Of our inside, work of art,
That make the odour,
Help put, our love ashore.
Memories are our friends,
Give them a hand,
Give them a small peace of land.
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A piece of land for memories, powder of my bones is far away- a place I'll always call home..till time comes I'll do the same keep and love them as you say. Loved this poem, thank you for share,10