Memories Poem by Paula M. Puddephatt

Memories



The happy memories
make me cry the most.

Such memories are often
obscured
by the shadows
of sad recollections,
which outnumber
and constantly surround them.
They never leave me.

Yet, it's strangely comforting
to realise
that the happy memories
have more power,
and that these will always
make me cry the most.

Monday, April 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions
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