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Oh memories, guardians of time, That arise in the mind
like a gentle breeze, Bringing echoes of smiles and
embraces, Moments the heart will never forget.
You are the scent that drifts from the past, The soft
touch that warms the soul, Images that return and
make us smile, Even when longing spreads within.
On silent nights, you are comfort, Like a story
whispered in the ear, Reviving joys and sorrows alike,
Shaping who we are and where we’ve been.
Not always sweet, sometimes you sting, But in the
blend of love and sadness, Memories teach us how to
live, Keeping in our hearts what makes us strong.
By Lais Bonetti
This is a really moving exploration of memories and how they move us both to sadness and joy. The idea of the memories as ‘guardians of time’ is really strong and original, and provides a great opener to the poem. I wonder if you might consider calling the poem ‘Memories’? I especially enjoyed the line ‘Not always sweet, sometimes you sting’, as the alliterative ‘s’ sounds work so well to create a music befitting the poem’s meaning. In terms of suggestions, other than trying to think of a title that can guide the reader into the poem, I think it’s working really well!