Memories can be words which bounce off the brain

Remembrances which make you angry

Or if good - may keep you sane

Memories never fade and at times are forced to return

They come back to remember

The places they were burned

Burnt in the heart

Burnt in the soul

Burnt in the lives of which we now behold

They are never lost just stored with grace

In the sacred storage of a forgotten place

For Memories are the past; part of life yet to see

Of which without - Life would not be

They lay to be awakened

In a place to be redeemed

To be dealt with one day

On a different kind of scheme

I do remember you

Though Memories of you are vague, small and few

Do you remember me?

For at this moment I can hardly foresee

And to this unanticipated conversation end

What did you say your name is again?

As I stand exploring your delicate face

My memory does not recall a particular place

So, you are you?

And you are again?

Please bring back the Memories

Refresh me my Friend.

Michelle Jones-Word 09/09/2010