Memories Are Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Our only true possessions in life
Are locked deep in our heads
Where there're distilled and refined
With time eroding the sad details
We're left only with a skeleton of our memories
Hidden in the thicket of our thoughts
Delicately preserved
For future interrogation
In times of need
And sometimes in times of joy
The bread of memories is broken
And shared among friends or family
Memories are the only true evidence of a life lived
Memories define who we are and who we've met
Painting the journey of life in fascinating details.