Memories of poetry

In the recesses of our minds, they lie,

A tapestry of moments, reaching for the sky.

Memories, the threads of time we weave,

In the tapestry of life, they never leave.

Like pages in a book, they turn and unfold,

Stories of our journey, both young and old.

From childhood dreams to love's first embrace,

Memories are the colors that paint our life's space.

The laughter of friends on a summer's day,

Or the tears shed in sorrow as we've lost our way.

Each memory a jewel, both bright and deep,

In the treasury of our hearts, their secrets keep.

They linger like a fragrance, a gentle perfume,

Filling our hearts with joy or casting a gloom.

The taste of a favorite dish, a mother's embrace,

These memories, in time, find a special place.

Though time may pass and years may fade,

Memories endure, in the shadows they're laid.

A reservoir of experiences, both bitter and sweet,

They shape who we are, our history complete.

So let us cherish these moments in our heart,

For in them, our life's tapestry is a work of art.

Memories, like stars in the vast night sky,

Guide us through darkness, help us to fly.

In the end, it's the memories we treasure most,

The moments we've lived, the ones we hold close.

For in the tapestry of life, they are the thread,

That binds us together, even after we're dead.