MEMORIES
The memories I have are just my own.
Some memories I have are good and evil.
But I just know I would instead remember the good than the bad.
There are so many memories I remember.
To only remember the good is hard.
The memories that are in my head are many different colors.
The black ones are bad.
The rainbow ones are wonderful.
When the memories are combined together.
They are UGLY.
As a mother, memories are important.
When the good memories start fading into the black.
When do you truly start to remember?
The times when we were babies?
Or when we are toddlers.
Does anyone know genuinely?
I know my memories are accurate.
I know my memories are real.
I will never forget the good from the bad.
That's how I will know my memories are my own.
The faces I make when I try to remember.
There's nothing that will take mine away.
About the Creator
Laura mclean
I would like to test my writing skills. try and see if I can make it any better. When I was in middle school I had a published pome I wrote. It's been so long I can't remember the title or the name of the pome.
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