I picked up the photos,
Ones of me and my friends,
Then I smile and say,
The fun always ends.
With smiles and play.
We were at the pool in one,
In another, we splashed.
Sharing laughter and fun.
I put them back down.
Whispering, my tone hushed.
'We can amke memories,
But memories can't make us.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem