Ephemera poem

Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."-- Florence King In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, Where whispers of the past find their place, There lies a fragment, ephemeral, yet profound, A cherished relic in life's intricate mound. Old aerogrammes, yellowed with age's flight, Postage stamps, memories in paper light. In their fleeting touch, a nostalgic sight, Ephemeral relics, lost in time's might. Or perhaps it's a ticket stub, worn and frayed, From a concert where melodies forever played. In the echo of music, I find solace sweet, As notes of joy and sorrow gracefully meet. There's a photograph, yellowed with age, Capturing a moment, frozen on life's stage. Smiles preserved in sepia, a snapshot in time, A treasure trove of emotions, bittersweet and sublime. These ephemeral fragments, fleeting and frail, Are threads in the tapestry of life's tale. Though transient they seem, they hold memories dear, Anchoring us to moments, both far and near.