Memories

Another poem from a word given to me. The word was Memories.

Memories flicker behind 

resting eyes 

rolling like a roll of film 

on a projector screen.

Memories flood through me

bringing both tears of joy and sadness

from things I shouldn't have said or done

and feelings that I want to relive 

but I hold close to my heart.

Memories from my childhood 

of my Dad laughing and smiling

images that bring warmth and sentiment

these memories live on through me.