MEMORIES

Memories are treasures of the heart;

Of our existence, they are an integrated part.

Enter they deeply our heart n mind, like a sharp dart.

Precious, them I tenderly look after n carefully cart.

And often bring them out I do, in the form of this  art.

Hold them dearly I do; though that's not a move smart.

Good memories, I can't let go; of my existence, they are a part.

Armin Dutia Motashaw