
Memories never to be recorded by human hand
Stored only in the sweetest depths of the heart
Begin to fade away from existence at the very start
No one will ever be able to understand
Someway, somehow they must not be lost
From the mind to the permanent no matter the cost
The precious times gone by never viewed again
I wish that memories could be painted
Recorded forever on tangible scroll
With no chance of ever being forgot
Their treasure will never become tainted
Their vision never vacate the wand'ring soul
Ready to be beheld whenever they're sought
O! To be relived for only a moment
Those precious days shared with friends
To revel in the bonds that will never end
And the rapturous moments heaven-sent
As the evidence passes away of old
Memories sacred and prized as gold
Long to be attached to something permanent
To smell the smells and see the sights
That my memory doth again behold
To hear the familiar sounds once more
Would be but a momentary flickering light
Vanishing in the stillness dark and cold
As on the wings of new opportunity we soar
About the Creator
Emily Grimm
My inspirations are often drawn from personal experience, observation, and daydreams from my childhood growing up in the Rust Belt. I love using words to paint vast mental landscapes and take readers on grand adventures!



Comments (1)
Beautiful poem.