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