In the quiet corners of my mind,
Memories of yesteryears entwine,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Faces and places, through the sands of time.
The scent of rain on summer grass,
Childhood dreams that couldn’t last,
The warmth of a mother’s gentle hand,
Moments lost, yet forever stand.
A melody of voices, soft and clear,
Stories told, both far and near,
Shadows dance in twilight’s glow,
The past, a river’s endless flow.
As leaves fall in autumn’s embrace,
I trace the lines of time’s gentle face,
Finding solace in the memories cast,
Embracing the whispers of the past.