I love memories.

I pick them like flowers

and choose the ones with

a sweet fragrance

and take a deep breath

and inhale the aroma

of days gone by.

But as I get older,

the images of yesterday

tend to fade,

and the fragrance

is less intense.

This concerns me, of course,

because memories add so much

to my life.

They are treasures that I cherish.

And memories of some individuals

are all that I have left of them.

However, I’ll be happy

as long as I do have memories

and can recall them,

though faded and less fragrant.

I love memories.