My Still Memories

All the simple memories,

Captured, frozen in time.

These I have collected,

memories I wish could be mine.

There are scenes of many smiles,

that have moved my many tears,

and as I take each memory in,

I feel the distance of so many years.

These memories I should have witnessed,

but now I only get second rate,

and as I hold them in my hand,

the pain of joy becomes my emotional state.

I see the loving laughter,

but so far from me is the sound,

this is what tears me apart,

why memories cut so deep down.

Even though I may I hold these memories by hand,

in my heart, these I will never know.

So I place them in the protection,

of a book I never close.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution.