I have written a book of memories, <br />It is stored inside my mind, <br />And recorded on its pages, <br />Are many stories all entwined. <br /> <br />Journeys through my childhood, <br />And on into my teenage years, <br />Then reaching full maturity, <br />Sampling a variety of careers. <br /> <br />It only takes a few seconds, <br />This journal of mine to access, <br />Encountering joy and sorrow, <br />Tears of pain and happiness. <br /> <br />Experiences and adventures, <br />Lots of hellos and goodbyes, <br />People all intermingled, <br />In my conscience, which personifies. <br /> <br />These memories are forever, <br />Full documents of all my days, <br />Filed away for my future reference, <br />Enabling entry by the use of replays. <br /> <br />I have written a book of memories, <br />Into which I just love to delve, <br />And wander back to times gone by. <br />Let me recall when I was twelve! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-journal-of-mine/
