Recalling past events we often find as
Time rolls on, splint'ring golden memories
Into fragments, we need a resolutely
Patient mind, to pick thru' pieces left behind.
Then oozing love between each broken dream
We can scheme to stick the jigsaw shapes until
Quite whole and clear, we see then brilliantly,
Another stored and well-loved memory.
Contentedly, we then can live in days when
Our young love was strong, as it used to be.
So true ageless one that is where I seem to be at the moment looking for something once seen, where did it go, these carelesss hands.10 +++ Chris
I think as we get older we develop selective memory, glossing over the bad bits sometimes, a very good write as always Fay, 10 Lynda xx
Dreaming of the past is great if you can leave out the bad bits.10 from Tom
memories...is something that gives us the hope to keep going 10+ for this memorable poem
Love and remembrance-two of the greatest gifts life has to offer. Praise for your nostalgic write. Lovely. Warm regards, Sandra
A beautifully crafted account of how loving memories are, in no small part, a product of our creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can always skip to the good bit's in your minds eye... Andrew 10