Memories die in
Abandoned photo albums
Pressed flowers
Amid phone books
Rusty playgrounds
Voices from the past
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Poem submitted for A Cup of Nostalgia
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
Memories die in
Abandoned photo albums
Pressed flowers
Amid phone books
Rusty playgrounds
Voices from the past
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Poem submitted for A Cup of Nostalgia
Poems, Poetry Plus Passion
poetry and some more
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SONYA KASSAM 
Love this list where memories live.
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Thanks so much :)
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It is wonderful to go back through photo albums and scrapbooks. So many memories they bring up. Great poem! :)
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Thank you for your comment. Scrap books were so so great weren’t they?
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Beautiful! Its so true.. often our memories which we cherish end up forgotten. Thank you so much for participating Sonya :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thanks Sanaa. Will try to participate in your prompts. Keep up the wonderful inspiration :)
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It’s not so much the melancholia that gets to me here as the eclectic randomness of the itemized visions, where the reader knows each line represents an untold story in itself. A lovely piece Sonya – deep yet delicate.
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This is so sad… sometimes, we even try so hard to hold on to memories and yet time, the eternal friend and enemy of memories, causes them to fade such that even a photograph seems to tell a different story now than it did when it meant something…
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you Sean :)
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. For me, this leads back to memories which have not died. May no one abandon anyone.
All good wishes,
robert
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Memories fade all too easy. And we become busy and forget these priceless mementos.
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It’s too bad that the albums are overlooked they remind us of our beautiful memories.
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I was going through old albums with my little one. She loves them and also reads through all my old letters I had written from boarding school. To be honest, if it was not for her nagging me, I would never look at them. But it was fun. I wish we had an album of our personalities over time.
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