Memories...

As a child,

When we get news that someone older died

It mostly means parties dressing up and going out

Sometimes, dancing and singing

 

But as I grew up

News of death mostly brings sadness

Happy-sad memories, tears, regrets and sweet-sour consolation

 

The thing that comes to your head

When you hear the news -

Mostly the first memories and the last memories you have of them

 

You remember the words they commonly say

The smile they always had

And sometimes the last conversation you had

 

Their memories linger still

When you walk the paths you have both walked together

And the things you both did during their lifetime

Seeps like a flowing river into your head...

 

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.