Memories

Memories are such a funny thing we enjoy

Sometimes they bring out a burst of joy

Sometimes a sharp prick of pain

Wondering if remembering is a gain

Joy for the good memories

When I had no worries

Pain for the moments that are gone

People that have moved on

Childhood was simple

With time that was ample

When we were in a hurry to grow up

Not knowing what worries would show up

Summer holidays reading and dreaming

Schools days which forced thinking

Everything thing felt intense

A lot did not make sense

Visiting the places from past

Sadly disappoints as what was did not last

But our collection of memories

Whether happy or sad memories

Allows us to savour those moments

This continuously expanding store of  moments

The smile of a best friend

When I fell over trying to bend

The hug from my dad

Never again to be had

When my sister got me pink jeans

The memory of it is definitely keen

The other sister I always tickled

And together we  giggled

Family gathering loving and sharing

Large meals that all enjoyed eating

Even the fights which are inevitable

Are a source of reminiscence veritable

Happy and sad

Not all memories are bad

Some form and mingle in the dreams

Making a story of our life it seems