Memories.
Sweet memories.
Well, least to me.

Like the first puppy I ever had as a child.
Who played like he was a baby child?
Who knock you down?
When you were  running around.

Yes, memories.
Sweet happy memories.

Memories.
Yes, yes those good memories.
When you first see your mother smile.
Or hear the first words of understanding from your child.

Or time spend with your dad.
A bond that's so different than being with your mother.
Especially, if you're a male child.

We all have them.
Even , if they just dormant.
You might think they are gone.
I guarantee you.
You would be totally wrong.

Oh, memories.
That arises during certain occasion.
Some sad that eventually makes you smile.
Especially, if the one you thinking about isn't around.

Yes, memories.
Sweet , sweet memories.
For grandparents, parents and all relatives of a child.

Graduation.
First job.
Marriage.
Birth.
Death, which always hurt.
Divorce, especially if you didn't have a choice.

Friends.
Which sometimes comes, from enemies that many once were.
Yes, these are memories.
Sweet memories.

Like a photograph book.
Which is way different than an image on a phone.
You can turn through pages quicker.
To get to the picture you want.

Even, if you've been hurt.
If you look past the pain.
You'll find only good standing before your face.