Memories

Elexis Segal

Memories are handed down

And the only proof of them is a photograph.

One you can hold in your hand,

And one you can hold in your heart.

The people who are a part of it hold the memory too,

Passing them through stories,

Each person interpreting them in different ways,

And when they do, they keep it alive

Forever and ever

Passing it down from generation to generation,

And when you hear the sound of birds chirping

Or the smell of chocolate chip cookies

Or the taste of popsicles on a warm summer day

Or even the feel of a hand in your own

It can bring back that memory to live another day

To live in your mind but also your heart