Precious Memories
Thoughts as a child; all crystal clear;
precious memories of yesterday;
waves of sadness, slowly draw near;
as sorrows take charge of today.
Thoughts of joy at the dining table;
then fear; as I climbed into bed;
while young, I felt that I was able;
tho fearing I’d soon be dead.
Disaster lurked around every corner;
evil lay in wait; out of sight;
many a time; I became a mourner;
as day transitioned to night.
Books and movies, are lives, we live;
always seeking to pass the time;
expecting to get love; rather than give;
for, wasn’t that God’s design?
Sometimes, in summer we’d go swimming;
afterwards we stopped for ice cream;
later, that evening, with daylight dimming;
we all thought of life as a dream.
Memories recall we’d often go shop;
walking, hand in hand; together;
oblivious to the time all life would stop;
we thought that we’d live forever.
Slowly, all around us, people were dying;
family, friends and many others;
we ceased our laughing; and started crying;
all of them, were sombody’s lovers.
So many memories of family and friends;
now, buried in the sands of time;
God sees memories from a different lens;
precious memories, are love, sublime.
Monty 8/4/23. # 1,721