MEMORY’S CHILD Memory’s child is crying Longing for the past, Mourning for those magic times Wishing they would last. But memory’s eyes will fantasize Those things which are no more, Never quite remembering how They really were before. This trick of turning things Mundane to quite unique Imagining them shining bright Even when they were quite bleak. Happiness is not a relic To be dug up from the past It’s more than merely memory Of something... Read more








