Poetry's Palette

A Plea for Memories

Hey, time, cease your thievery, I implore,
For my cherished memories, don't let them fade anymore,
They hold the warmth in my heart, like a gentle flame,
Moments of joy and laughter, each one a precious name.

I smile in solitude, my thoughts a mystery,
As memories slip away, stolen by time's decree,
I yearn to recall the boy, my first love so dear,
His eyes, his nose, his lips, etched crystal clear.

Oh, time, reveal the story of that old handkerchief,
Wrapped around my knee, a gesture beyond belief,
Who was that girl, so caring and kind,
When I stumbled and fell, leaving memories behind?

Take me back to that coffee shop down the street,
Where my favorite brew tasted so sweet,
Tell me who I spoke to, on that day so fine,
Was it spring or autumn, or another season's shine?

Remind me of the day I picked up that autumn leaf,
Pressed it gently in my diary, a memory to keep,
The feeling it evoked, was there a smile on my face?
Recollections lost, time's relentless chase.

And what of my first heartbreak, the tears that I shed,
What advice did my mother give, to mend my heart's thread?
Was it a chocolate cake or a brownie's embrace,
To bring back my smile, to lighten the space?

Tell me of the first novel I held in my hand,
Was it "Little Women" by Alcott, a story so grand?
The emotions it stirred, the worlds it unfurled,
Oh, time, don't let those memories be unfurled.

I yearn to remember the moments that shaped me,
To embrace the younger self, proud of who I came to be,
I stand tall now, for all the trials I've surpassed,
But that little girl within, she's holding memories steadfast.

So, dear time, I humbly request you to abide,
To halt the theft of memories, let them reside,
For these moments define me, they're part of my soul,
Oh, time, grant me this plea, make my memories whole.