Memories

Memories,
Silvery slivers of life
Like clouds on a moonlit night,
Float across the velvet
Expanse of my mind.

Memories
Of laughter ring
In my ears,
The sound as pleasant
As a bird singing sweet.

Memories
Of tears drown
Me in sorrow,
Gray as a cloudy,
Thunder struck day.

Memories
Of life lived
At its fullest,
Colorful as a field
Flowered in rainbow hues.

Memories
Of hope, of dreams
Come true,
A glimpse of green
In the cold wind of winter.

Memories,
How sweet they
Can be,
The honey of our years,
The balm of our days.





All content ęGlenda Poulter, 2012-2014.