Cradler of Memories

A memory: picture perfect, crisp and clean

An internal vision of joy that has been,

Fades over time - it will wither, and die

For I am too weak to hold it nigh.

Immortalised instead with paper and ink.

Immortalised, how? Destroyed in a blink

From wind, water, time, or air

A photo’s no match for those with no care.

You. A saviour, a protector, a guard

For none of my memories you ever discard

You hold them strong and solid and high

In your wooden arms, behind your glass eye.

No matter large or small,

Short, squashed, proud or tall,

With glittering sides and bright pink crown,

Or simply a tired wornout brown.

To be battered by time, it is your pleasure

Chipped and knocked, to protect my treasure,

To keep it locked in safe and sound,

To protect a memory otherwise drowned.

Hidden in plain sight, not seen or heard.

Ignored. For the beauty you hold is preferred,

But they don’t realise, that beauty adored

Wouldn’t exist without your sword.

As years pass by, the memory will have faded

A photograph would just be lost to the ages

but for you - who doesn’t care for fame.

A photo lost without the love of the photo frame.

Protect my memories from time and age

Cradle and love them, provide them a stage.

For I will be leaving this land one day,

But thanks to you, my memories can stay.