Memories Poem by Moh Ishu

Like the ripples in a lake, lasting forever,
Soft and gentle like drifting feathers—
Sometimes quite as toes on tips,
Other times violent like rumbling thunder.

Some are sweet, others really sour.
Some are invited, others kicked out;
Whether it's the first dance or a gentle pour
They'll remain as memories without a doubt.

Lurking deep in our hearts,
Flashing upon the inward eye;
It's one of life's prime parts—
They live on or slowly die.

Flowing in from photographs,
Sweet messages they carry—
Filling up those empty gaps
And brightening the lives of many.

Remembered by the young and old,
Those unforgettable incidents of theirs;
Turning into legends untold—
Priceless gems which their hearts still bear.