Memories are like a flood
They come with their torrents
Of yonder days;
On happy days, we set sail
To remember the good ol’ days
With loved ones and
Other times,
We remember the tempest,
That troubled nights brought
Sometimes with great strength,
We row to when our thoughts,
Were calm, serene, peaceful
For there we wish to abide.
Indeed, nostalgia could be home,
And sometimes,
We wish to dwell there…
I pray… Indeed, I pray…
That the memories I’m flooded with,
Overwhelm me with joy…
Fill me with peace…
And burst within me laughter…

(c) Chukwudi I.