During a
lifetime not many things last.
We grow out
of our clothes,
Our garden
overgrows.
Our toys
break apart,
Pictures
lose heart.
The one
thing we can always take with us,
Is our
memories,
Of racing
and climbing trees.
Of parties,
and laughing,
Favorite
foods and pizza topping.
As children
we take things for granted.
Being able
to kick balls for fun,
Chase the
family dog in the warm sun.
Late night
shadow puppet shows,
Catching a
firefly as it glows.
Playing with
friends and cousins,
Making
fantastical adventures by the dozens.
Fighting
over the swings,
Running home
when mom rings.
But then we
must grow up.
The memories
fade, change.
But the love
still remains.
We don't
seem the same.
We make new
friends,
Find new
style, new trends.
We fall in
love, if only for the moment.
We fight, we
yell.
We cry and
say "All is well."
We fall, and
get up again.
To fall once
more and be helped by a friend.
We grow, and
learn.
Every day is
new.
And if we
look back well see how much we grew.
Our baby
shoes no longer fit,
We no longer
are easily upset.
We become
the parent,
That soothes
the crying child
Even if the
injury is mild.
We give them
new experiences,
Let them
take risks, take chances.
Yet our
memories still remain.
They’ve
never changed.
They can't
be rearranged.
Shared
between unbreakable moments in time.
Times sung in
a melodious rhyme.
To write
these times as a list,
Is a
mistaken action.
To force
them through contraction.
Let the memories
make a list,
A good list.
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