A Perfect Reminiscence

For my grandfather,

Memories come and go,

In bits and pieces,

As I mend it to show,

A beautiful release.

Like a kaledioscope,

I see a beautiful memory,

Giving me love and hope,

Rebuilding my identity.

Just a small wave, was it?

A few years ago,

I treasured it in my deepest pits,

Letting me shine bright and glow.

And even though your gone,

The wave has stayed,

Bringing me to the dawn,

And I won’t let you fade.

© 2021 Shreya Shah

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