Soft and tender existence with fragrance of love and warmth,
Affection and nourishment that gives one comfort as if heaven came down upon earth,
never will I forget her love,an angel who gave me birth
Obedience and silence with a smile of gold
The symbol of beauty and Trust
A drawing in her little hands she holds
A little more respect and a little more regard with a lot of love
I have to give them back
God this is a lovely life with eternal bliss
And for this and all of this, I say thanks.

A thousand memories are made,
Every night and day,
Polaroid or mere time,
Memories that you will share in life.

Looking back, you will feel,
Nostalgia a feeling of longing shall reel,
Every scent and song from the past,
Will evoke a memory in your dream.

Floral perfume from mothers locks,
Mixed with dirt from  childhood fights,
The smell of paper and endless books,
Is it exams or the fright?

This familiar emotion of delight,
So very strange and foreign,
But in empty roads of memories,
It's a feeling you've never forgotten.

At night

The slam of a dorm door
are those of an angry brother
throwing something at the wall
or slamming the door.

The fast patter of feet
in the hallway
are those of mine
running up the stairs
to hide.

The muttered rambling voices
from outside
are those of parents arguing
until the wee hours of the night
thinking you're asleep.

I don't remember all the names
of the boys I fell in love with
in the days of my youth.
But I have preserved
each and every one of them
in the words that I scribble.
So which poem are you?