My Vault of Memories
I close my eyes and begin to drift away to a place unlike any other
The memories flash by one after another
There's me and my little brother spending time with our mother
The images so vivid and full of color
Thoughts that were left under dust cover
Like that day the man left we no longer call him our father
All these feelings being rediscovered
The happiness shared with my lover
Along with the pain that has been suffered
Until next time they will be left with lock and cover
Reassuring these keepsakes will never be plundered
4/4/2017
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
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