I was walking down the memory lane
with trepidation and fear
Jangling my pocket full of
memories to peak and peer
Long had I dithered
taking the half forgotten paths
Was spooked at the thoughts
of old buried wraths
Kept telling myself, would do it
when I had the time to spare
Alas! Lacking courage
taking this road I did not dare
The first memory I pulled out
made me smile with pure joy!
For who can ever forget the mate
who shared her prized toy!
The next one was smooth and shiny
Because its constantly used
This friend I still call
When I am hurt or confused.
The one that I pull out of pocket now
has rough and jagged ends
It still hurts to recall the bitter fights
With those who were supposedly friends.
Ah! I so well remember that day,
My sole claim to glory
When I was patted by my teacher
For a well told story
Ohhh! This one I must confess
Still makes me teary eyed
Cos I was caught and reproached
That one time I had lied!
The pride this one evokes
Believe me is worthy
For I know how I completed
The long cross country.
Along with these, is a handful of sand
Each separate grain imbued
With the fragrance of mates
Of every shape and hue
As I reluctantly consign
each memory to my pocket
I now know they are my talisman
To be always worn like a locket.
Gone is the fear and the trepidation
I can go back in time, any time
And come back with elation
Painful memories have been given
A long overdue burial
Happy memories and revisitation
Will now become a ritual
I will jauntily walk down the memory lane
Jangling my pocket full of
memories without any pain.