Memories come
Then
They pass
I ask the question
Did they really happen
Or
Was I in a dream
That wasn’t part
Of my past?
Memories vague
Sometimes
Vibrant as if they happened
Yesterday
Not long ago
In a distant, distant past.
I’ll remember, smile
And be
Reliving memories
Remembering
A past that was
Really me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I’m sad
My heart does break
Remembering
The good times, laughter, long walks
Oh
For heavens sake.
They are all in the past
Now
Memories I won’t shake
For they keep you near me
With me
Oh
How my heart does break.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Memories
Memories come flooding back
Some with remorse
Some with a laugh track.
I don’t know if anyone else
Remembers it like that
But I remember
Memories
Just like that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
My father passed away
Passed away many years ago
On this day.
Memories are all I have
Thoughts of yesterday
Whether happiness, laughter
Or crying in a most sadden way.
My father was my saviour
A man of strength
I loved everyday.
He had troubles
Complications like we all have
As we travel thru our lives
On our way.
All this he overcame
Becoming a beacon of light
On my darkest days.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Holding on to memories
I shared with you
Some good, some bad
We danced in sync
In a dance of life
Just we two.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Now will come and soon will past
Memories will be what will last.
Moving in transition from has been
To that that lasts.
Now can dream, dream at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sweet dreams come slowly
Quietly moving thru
Leaving behind visions
Memories I hold onto
Sometimes vivid
Then maybe vague
They play out active
There inside my head.
I feel I could touch
Hold tight
The figures in sweet dreams
That come to me
In the darkness
And early morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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