Memories, like wisps of smoke,
Drifting in and out of mind,
Some are bright and clear as day,
Others faded, hard to find.
Memories of laughter and joy,
Of love that felt so true,
Of moments that we shared with those,
Whom we bid a fond farewell.
Memories shape our lives
In ways we cannot measure; they’re woven into our very souls,
“We will always cherish the treasure.”
Memories of struggles and pain, tears we shed alone, hardships we overcame To make our hearts home.
Memories of childhood days,
Of innocence and wonder,
Of dreams that we held in our hearts,
And stories that we spun with thunder.
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