Memorabillia Poem by Lyn Paul
Memorabillia
On The Old Couch....
The sweetest smelling room
Just like mangoes
Filled with love, happiness, colour and character
I gaze at each photograph
That take me back in time
Thimbles, Lace
Portraits, babies.
Laughter captured
Not to be forgotten
Flowers
Sounds of the sea
Through a huge shell
A gift
Who the giver
Is not in my memory box
A Lizard crafted with gum leaves
On corrugated cardboard
A Monster Mask, Clayed
Coloured sketches of cherished loved ones
Memorabillia
Of Funeral collegues
All saying farewell
Business cards
My Funeral Pen
Photos too of an old special Choir
Bursting into song
This room,
Fills my heart
When I see just
Where I have been
Articles,
Amazing paintings
Each object priceless
All my memories enjoyed
On the hardest,
Most uncomfortable couch.....
Harder than an old school bus
Yet
This is soon forgotten
By the life of memories held in this room
My Memorabillia
My Treasures
Are Pure Gold
Copyright Reserved
Lyn Paul
February 8th 2015
This is a beautiful gem about your very special room that is filled with such precious memories with wonderful imagery so vividly painted by a gifted poet! Thanks for sharing!
I love the sound of your special room with all your precious memorabillia bringing your memories to life again with such warm feelings of moments that can never be lost! Beautifully written with wonderful imagery!
Yes these are things worthy to be remembered.....Lyn.....and all thanks for sharing with us in a very humble and loving manner........very nice composition
The poem Memorabillia is very nicely composed. I read and enjoyed, from top to bottom, it is o.k. Words choice is good. Many thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A Beautiful poem Lyn. This poem just left me wondered, is it your heart, or your room or your poem is filled with memorable gems. Very true said in few words... My Memorabillia My Treasures Are Pure Gold Nothing can be compared to these priceless Treasures, which is as pure as Gold. Beautiful presentation. Loved it..