That old drawer of photographs
Always gives me giggles and laughs
When i spread them on my Room's floor
I find any memory im Looking for
every time i take a look
Magicly i get Hooked
even if i saw them befor
each time they show me more
Many happy faces
Old wonderful places
they open for me thousand doors
and pull me to get in and explore
I remember all the games we played
and all the funny Houses we made
Watching Cartoons on Grandpa's TV
Dreaming we are part of Whatever we see
And whenever Grandma comes
We beg her for sweets and gums
Miss those innocence days
Where joy were Found in many ways
WhereHearts wereYoung and Pure
Never understood how to feel soar
As mush as i bleed those Images to stay
I Realize that Good bye is the only way
And as i wave those Days Goodbye
Around my head they started to Fly
And Whispered
'Even If we are Gone
Inside you we are always Found'
Sarah Ibrahim ©
Beautiful piece. Really enjoyed the images it brought forward. A pleasure to read Sarah. Regards. Craig.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine memories.......good and sweet mems of childhood are to be cherished long.......just 'v a read of my 'smile please.........thanks for sharing/salu