Memories
written by: Gregory Matthews
He was trying to remember a memory,
He swore he’d never forget,
He strained every muscle
In his feeble old brain,
To no avail, and yet,
He knew there was something in there,
It just wasn’t getting through,
So he sat on the edge,
Of his lonely old bed,
And remembered the memories he knew,
He remembers the sound of the ocean,
As the waves come crashing in,
And the cry of the gulls
And that old salty smell,
And the sun setting at earth’s end,
He remembers the smell of summer raindrops,
As they kicked up dust in the heat,
And the freshness of showers,
Drops dripping off flowers,
And the smell of steam rising from the streets,
He remembers the whistle
Of freight trains at night,
Right after he’d gone to bed,
And the clickety clack
Of steel wheels on the track,
Replaced by dreams in his head,
He remembers the cold winter mornings,
There seemed to be more snow back then,
And sledding down hill
From atop Petrik’s field,
Then climbing back up again,
He remembers how peaceful it is, alone,
On top of a windy mountain,
And the sound of the trees
Bending in the breeze,
And creeks flowing like fountains,
He remembers the clouds,
The thunder and lightning,
And the smell of beans and cornbread,
Wood smoke from the stove,
The full moon rising,
And the burning hot sun overhead,
All of these memories,
And a whole lot more,
Seem like just yesterday,
But the one he can’t find,
Got lost in his mind,
And slowly faded away,
With tears in his eyes,
He tries and he tries,
But his mind won’t let it come in,
So, he lies back down,
With his memory unfound
And never wakes up again.
- Memories - February 24, 2026
- Prayers Work - December 14, 2025
- Seasons - November 11, 2025
