Heart’s Memories

A moment, such a funny thing.
Often minds and eyes fall upon
those lost moments ago….

When songs were sung, and laughter hung –
in the prism of yester year…

And the scent of Grandfather’s billowing pipe
brings the essence of forgotten tear.

And sitting upon the lap of he –
who I came to know as Dad….
and though our years are history
they are the best we could have had.

Sweet mum, sing me softly to sleep
songs of once upon a time…
Allow my heart to forever keep
cherished moments as these sublime.

And children’s games did play and play…
Kick the can in the dark.
What other things stay, in mem’ries array –
to bolster my aging heart?

The heart is where we keep our love,
those precious moments tucked away…
Where doldrum is nere worth speaking of –
and open hearts will save the day.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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