The thought never crossed my mind
that this notebook could take me back in time.
The old memories we shared with one another,
brings us back to a time we relied on our father and mother.
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Hi Chryssa, A lovely poem on the fondest memories, Of childhood... The memories of childhood are always dear to all; through one's life. The people with whom we grew up; our siblings, neighbours, school-friends all. Very nostalgic. Thank you Chryssa for this lovely poem.. Obliged... A lovely 100+++ for this beauty...
But I'll ways remember those that were there for me..........oops! I'll always I didn't hate and those moments were few............interesting people in our lives tend to be replaced by other people. grade school friends with middle and high school friends, not always the same people. grandparents and aunts and uncles and parents and siblings with partners/spouses, children/offspring, different neighbors. etc. etc. new employer(s) /co-workers. etc. (again!) but memories keep some people 'alive' from time to time. i'm glad you have some fond memories. so do it. and i''m getting new ones at times! and not just of people, but places/things also. very well written and nice rhyming. to MyPoemList. bri :)