Across our consciousness,
Our memories, the link,
The ones we miss,
Gone in a blink.
As we search through,
Our library of life,
Some memories cut deep,
The blade of a knife.
But in the same breath,
Those memories are gold,
Lost in oblivion,
Fading to old.
Always within us,
The memories held deep,
Some to forget,
And some to keep.
To those we have,
And to those we have lost,
We hold in our memory,
At not a cost.
So hold on tight,
To those so dear,
And for those we've lost,
We do not fear.
Our consciousness the map,
For those we wish to see,
It takes but a little,
Voyage in memory.
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Author:
InTylerWeTrust (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For you, Dad - God rest you. X
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
If you hang onto the memories they are always with you, a lovely write and dedication to their father, nicely expressed and written
Memory is the one thing that no one can steal, that you are not taxed for, that although you can loose you can also find. The only thing that remains of the past in fact it is the past. A very nice write
Excellent write
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