Memories, memories
Running thru my head
Memories that I wish would remain dead
Memories, memories come flooding in
Full of heartache and chagrin
Up they come from somewhere
Somewhere profane laughing
Chiding me of what has been
Memories, memories sometimes
Not the best of history that could
Or would have been
Memories, memories that should
Not have been.
Memories, memories wash them away
With happy thoughts of yesterday
Memories, memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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