Memories

MEMORIES



Memories lurk in he shadows of the past.

Joy, terror, anguish, mercy, tenderness

All recorded in the history book of remembrance,

Keepsakes for the antiquities of time.

Diaries of cherished reflections

That dance in as a thistle seed carried by a gentle breeze

And fade with the grace of a petal on an aged stem.

Delicate yet potent, ripples of pain and pleasure,

Sometimes foggy, sometimes crisp,

Beautiful stories or ugly stories.

But always...echoes.



Gloria Pereyra