The Memory Card
The Memory Card The splinter of the fire, Brings those days back to life. Like time-travelling to the forgone The sweet scent of chocolates in the breeze The symphony of musical notes in the air The cards in the shelves, Each bearing a message For people, own or unknown. But there is a message for all. Red is the theme Of passion, joy and wishes Of greetings and meetings Of longings and belongings. The splinter of the fire Warms my hand The hand holding the card That you gave me from the store, Still with me- wrinkled, torn But the message, still clear, Sparkling in silver- A Gift Through Memory and Time. Written as part of Gift Story for Blogchatter Writers Group