A Touch of Remembrance

Forgotten names,

Hidden gifts and pictures,

And

Buried memories.

There's a beauty, a profound magic,

In remembering, either joyous or tragic.

Bringing those blurred faces to limelight,

Once the reason to brighten up your life.

Their name still echoes somewhere in the chambers of your heart,

Remembrance of them; yes, a form of an aching art.

The warmth which their presence, back then, brought you,

Still feels the same, but now wrapped up in memories your mind drew.

You no longer can hear their voice,

Yet, your mind remains brimmed with their laughters and sweet noise.

Their name no more lingers on your lips,

Without them, you learn to live and thus, now, time slowly slips.

The love and affection for them, never fades away,

Don't you still think of wishing them on their birthday?

Remembrance has it's own beauty,

It's a magic to be able to remember faces and people,

Who once made you truly happy.

You remember,

You cry,

You feel happy,

And, for the

m, you eventually pray.