Crawled under the house to retrieve
something's that I had fogotten.
While I took them out, I sorted and found
that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.
As I sorted through the memories I once knew
stuck together were photos of me and my brother.
As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart
past memories now a big part of all the others.
Was more then mold in that cardboard box
there were those memories of things from my past.
But as I now see, they will always be, in my hearts memories
and not those tangible things that just won't last.
A very nostalgic poem and a philosophical ending. We all come across with such moments in life. Except our memories, nothing is really tangible in our life. Yet, the stock in a card-board can inspire us a lot like this. The present always leaves something for the past. The past always leaves something for the present. This is an interplay.
A very nostalgic poem of the sweetest memories maybe lost to mold and decay but locked safely in your mind.very good
I love this poem. It makes me think of everything. I really hope that I can find more poems like this...
Completely taken in by your write....I have myself, detangled dampened memorabilia....moistened, at times, by tears...Thank you for returning my thoughts to what I had nearly stored for years. I invite you to venture around the attic rafters of my poems. PEACE and plenty, to you....glad I stumbled in...thinking I might just have to stay awhile.
Another good poem, great thoughts. Read mine - Mother Dear, Oh Mother Dear - Adeline
'Stuck together were some photos of me and my brother. As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart' Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of art Liked it alottt ;)