Delving deep into the minds eye
Looking for hidden memories locked up inside
Will they reveal the darkest of truths
Or the most happiest of thoughts
Shall they be simple, or plain or bland
What will be the first that comes to hand
A memory of childhood?
A memory of grief?
A memory of you?
Or a memory quite brief?

Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time gone by and missed
Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time when joy was felt

Is a photograph all we have to remember these things that linger somewhere inside
Or is our brain protecting that left in our minds eye.
Surely it knows the secrets kept
The memories of its youth
But if it is locked up safe why do we seek the proof

A memory is a memory because its not forgot
It's not a festering carcass that has been left to rot.
It is something we hold dear
And sometime, after some years.
To the front of your mind they shall come

And when you get that reminder you'll be able to tell your loved ones

All about the days
You used to sit about, and run, and play
Then these will become part of them that they may re-tell one day