On flipping back the pages of time, <br />Coming back to life with a chime, <br />Are lots of distant blurs and shadows <br />Imprints of past on life’s meadows. <br /> <br />Flooding the visions of inner eye <br />The pearl of memories- oh! you lie. <br />Emotions are all flying high, <br />Often invoking a deep sigh. <br /> <br />Sweetness of mother’s smiling face <br />Joy from friends, a triumphant phase <br />Tinge of crimson out of love <br />Warmth of all those so close now. <br /> <br />Pain of all that you had lost <br />Pang in heart that grieved you the most <br />Embarrassments that made you cling <br />Dread too passes, a fearful string. <br /> <br />Endless in count the pictures scatter, <br />Just as rain says pitter and patter. <br />Remembrance of what life impart <br />Lessons and events deep in heart. <br /> <br />Only ones to link you to the past <br />They sprout gone-by days in you fast. <br />Marking of ages- oh! memories- <br />Minds reflect, to dissolve in your breeze. <br /> <br />Rich are all with memories in them <br />Handful, piles, and heaps of them. <br />Gems of heart that leave you never <br />Treasures of life they are forever.<br /><br />Maria Rose Dominic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-517/
