I watched a movie today, which talked about how time can fly, how years can be stolen.
I couldn't sleep well tonight, I lingered on my bed and kept on thinking how that day when Grandma passed away, I had wrote a poem and placed it beside her now emptied bed. Quietly. Silently. Tearfully.
Memories
If only I could keep
Them -- fresh like celeries
To seal them in a jar
Behind the breakfast bar
The sweet and tangy tastes
Each time be still amazed
Will I, still be traumatized
Like today
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow,
I will be a jam maker
Spreading love on toasts
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