Memories
Memories
Memories rest in tender frames
Picked over, chosen, kept
As real are the scorching flames
Those dowsed by tears wept
A day, a week, a month, a year
Roll by without respite
Gathered, attached, more appear
Of hurtful and delight
Memories rest in splendour frames
Each one a work of art
Torn from joy, laughter, pains
For body, soul and heart.
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013
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