Laughter that fills the air
Children making kites from paper bags
The fragrance of Mama's pot of soup
All Like a child's toy held dearly
It resonate from within
At the site of things that once counted
The fragrance of them never fades away
They stick, even harder with the passing of time
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Pure joy, a thing we remember
Even the pain now a thing of laughter
Wishes flow hoping those memories never dies
But each holds pain and laughter
While everything leaves,she stood still
A friend that follows to the end
When our bones are frail and our skin wrinkled
We still do hold memories that steals a smile for us
Lovely poem! I absolutely adore how you've written this with the warmth that carries memories of a time when things were simple and pure. A time we now wish to have lasted longer. I hope, even now, we will be able to find joy to fill our hearts amidst the worries.
Unfortunately, the time seemed to have moved faster.
Thanks for your feedback friend
True. You're welcome.
The first stanza made me reminisce my childhood. The paper kite while mama cooks.