Memories Poem by jackie compton

Memories are like ghost in the attic of the mind.
They often fly away, but they never totally leaves.

There are times that they will make you laugh.
And there are times that they will make you cry many tears.
Memories are like the pages of the book of the mind.
They hold the total sum of all the things.
That one could have been.

It is scribe upon them the voyage of one's life journey.
Those sweet percious moments that one choose to remember.
And those painful one that we try so hard to forget.

Each memory is only one page in a chapter
That forms the novel of one person life.