Friday, July 20, 2007

Memories

Coming back to this place,
these people,
these sights.
I remember not wanting.
Not wanting what I thought,
was small and meager.
The center,
the schools,
All the wonders I had,
I had taken for granted.

Looking back on the life,
that I once had,
I know it is the life,
that I now thrive for.
Everything I desire now,
is no longer significant.
My love for my old life,
is even more imperative,
than my selfish requests.

Remembering the library,
full of memories,
which no longer stands.
Remembering the oak tree,
where my friends and I once sat,
uprooted for a fountain.

Memories flood in.
Memories that cannot be bought.
Memories so heartwarming,
that remembering a mere detail,
would make anyone weep.

Memories,
that eventually turn into stories.
Stories that resemble childhood dreams.
Stories that resemble the life of a loved one,
who has gone,
out of the stream of time.
Heartfelt memories,
that come from the soul.

Coming back to this place,
these people,
these sights.
I remember not wanting.
Not wanting what I thought,
was small and meager.
The memories,
the stories,
All the wonders I had,
I had taken for granted.
And just like that,
it was gone.
The life I once had,
was gone.
I have nothing essential from it.
Accept my memories.

10 comments:

Maddie said...

Bela, that is so good. it is so perfect and so true

Bela said...

THANK YOU MADDIE!!!

Anonymous said...

ya it's really good. This is my favorite poem!

Anonymous said...

"I know it is the life,
that I now thrive for."

"Thrive" means "To grow stronger or to gain in wealth."

Maria said...

"All the wonders I had,
I had taken for granted."
This line confused me at first, but now I get it... at first I thought you were repeating as sometimes people do in a song. :D

Sounds like somebody died & now they're regretting stuff.

Bela said...

Maria-that's an interesting way to put it, but it is about wanting something that you can never have(see bottom of poem) And thanks!

Anonymous-"thrive" in the sense of needing and/or wanting

Gina said...

That reminds me of beautiful things getting torn up and replaced with other stuff. But that's just me- you wrote this in such a way that everyone can relate. Good job.

Bela said...

Thanks Gina!

Maddie said...

wow. now rereading it. bela, this is so good. i think i didn't really read it like it deserves at first. i love how anyone can interperet it in interesting ways.

Bela said...

Thank you Maddie!!! (AGAIN)