What Do I See in my Soul? (A Poem I had written when I was in Grade Six)
I see beautiful memories engraved in gold. Each one years and years old Yet so unique and young at heart, Still refusing to fall apart. I pick them up, one by one And carefully place them in my mind Where they play on, yes! the "movie" kind Then there appears something in my face Of course! it is a smile, with grace. Let me show you the memories in my heart That are still refusing to fall apart. Look! a toddler of six is holding a mike, her passion The same child, now ten, holding a pen, her expression Wait! Did she say security instead of secretary? Aw! look how she's correcting it, acting like a dictionary. "Meow" Ah something echoed in my heart! It is another memory which didn't fall apart, The memory of my companion, my timeless comrade. Isn't the memory so perfectly made? I miss my kitty so very much, The pain of losing her still lingers in my heart. So clear and concise like an art. Have you ...