Home » Poems » The Memory Collector

The Memory Collector

Looking awestruck,
at baby rabbits in a cage,
Holding Dad’s little finger
and feeling safe…
Mixing the sweet batter
for the Christmas fruit cake,
licking a spoonful or two
when Mom looked away…
Pleasant memories,
to be played and replayed.

Winning a competition,
baking the perfect cake,
an appreciation from the boss,
a hug from a child.
Being loved
by the perfect man,
Earning degrees
with a first class…
Happy memories,
to be locked away.

Unaffordable things,
desired but never owned.
The unfairly short lifespan
of loyally loving pets.
Broken coffee mugs
and dreams…
Rejections, humiliations
and being hated.
Bad memories,
to keep me earthbound…

 

 

Advertisements

2 Comments

  1. laaquila202 says:

    Beautifully written.. I could imagine a little girl growing up to become a lady !

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: