Memories

Sometimes a memory flashes in your brain Of a scene long past that your mind retained. It is strange that in a life full of pictures Few are remembered. The worst and the best While the rest Are discarded to space. They have no place In our memory book. Sometimes we take a brief look At these time capsules of our life; The pictures of happiness or strife The moments of shock and fear The faces we held dear. Holding tightly to a mother Playing with a brother A birthday as a child Our youth, when young and wild The ecstasy and bliss Of love’s first tender kiss Memories are the world of today Intertwined with yesterday Like a flashback in a movie Or a scene in a play. They are what we are. Though we live in the present They keep the past ajar.