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.
Your last observation is the heart of this poem, and it was nice to read.
A very nice read indeed. I too especially like the last two lines. Best wishes Richard
A nostalgic read... it happens some times....you live through several decades in those memorable moments... it happens with me too. CP
Brain is the magical cardboard box full of memories..... Great write Linda. Regards Naseer
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
A nice composition with memory. Love it,10+