The Hall Of Memories Poem by Loreta Muskardin

Such a small treasure, a few beautifully shaped
Blocks of stones, with a rounded hat on the roof,
Tiny windows on the walls, a few statues resembling
Guards of the heart and a small portal on the façade.

Such a small treasure, with a colossal, warm heart.

I stumble slightly at the door, feeling thousands of
Memories surrounding me, amazed and impressed
I walk inside, past stories dancing around my legs.
Invisible hands holding me, pulling me with them.

Such a small treasure, with tearful, salty eyes.

The book is safely resting beneath protective glass.
The names are written in neat and tranquil lines.
Rows of emotions subtly and elegantly displayed.
I pray and close my eyes to feel the souls of the past.

Such a small treasure, with mighty, stirring life.