Drifting Memories

Now that the need for rest lulls you so well.

Warming both heart and soul in a cocoon of sleep.

Cradle over your heart the picture by the bed,

Give no concern to the tarnish of the frame,

But let those memories drift alongside you.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Loved this.. Cherrie..
Give no notice to the tarnish of the frame... this could mean so much..
Lisa

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Lisa
Yes tarnish gives character.

[Lisasview]

I love the words you use, Cherrie..
You are most welcome.
Lisa

[William Michael Reeves]

The tarnish is the memories. The heart and soul are the cradle. The dreams to come are the hope. From you, another nice fable!

[Cherrie Palmer]

The older we get the less of a fable it becomes
:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would like to let them drift for about seven straight days.
right now I am this poem, you wrote me.
thank you, Cherrie.
why is it that I always relate to your writes so well?
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Someplaces I want to be can only happen in those moments of dream.
The older we get the more we long to dream.

[KAREN]

This was sad, but beautiful! I love the ending line.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you. Guess I was thinking of those we've lost and get to visit from time to time in a dream.

[JE Falcon]

This reminds me of a wish made to a drear one. Smooth, warm of heart, and well said.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you

[KAREN]

You're Welcome!

[Robert Trakofler]

wow, five lines and a tear from the bunny that has to be a record! simply beautiful poem dear Cherrie

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Always happy to stir up past.
I'm glad you liked this one.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'm always surprised what will grab hold of me that way. Do you know before hand when something will produce a tear or doesn't it side swipe you?

[Robert Trakofler]

it always catches me off guard even when it's something I write LOL

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes I agree I have written thi gs that don't bother me until I read it out loud.
The spoken word holds power.

[M. J. Smith]

Age does not tarnish memories. And as we age, we long for those dearest who have passed out of our lives. Do they wait to guide us beyond the Crystal Sea? Ate they the angels who fly beside us on the road? Who can say? But when we sleep, each dear visage, like visions, floats in our dreams. Well written, Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you MJ

I fully intend to to have a reunion by the Crystal Sea until then I will settle for memories