Fantasies of childhood continue to reign in backyards
of my mind, still enjoying games and thoughts had back
then.
A remarkable sensation to know that they are always
being remembered on photographic screens today with
nothing being marred or broken through the years.
Memories being great, having the strength whereby they
cannot be broken even through dementia or Alzheimers,
past years being remembered and lived in now.
Memories of old stay deep within our minds somehow so
we may think about them as long as we live here on
earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem