Wardrobes don’t just house clothes, They are a time machine that can bring forth, Smiles, laughs and emotions in drove, Some items are a treasure trove, Recently, while rearranging dresses, tops and shorts, I recalled a shopping trip where we bought, A dress for a prom an year, And shoes to match the gear. These reminiscences are not unique in their plot, Yet, lived differently for each parent and tot. A red coat that we together got, Hangs in my closet with the lot, Celebrated its 10th without a spot, My teen had said-“this looks hot", A deluge of memories of worn and wear, Even amidst some torn and tear, Makes ordinariness of life- special and dear, And in hindsight without a peer. So if you wonder, "does time truly fly?" Isn’t it a relative phenomenon that goes by, Open a drawer, a closet or a chest, A find might open a memory door-the very best.
Today’s events turn to tomorrow’s stories, Tales recalled of shared experiences and soirees. Build today that you’d want to reminisce as you age, Many remembrances can be relived as you turn a page, Fill your life with a legacy of love and grace, not hate and rage. Construe memories that bring smile and satisfaction at any stage. As you sit back and remember events from the past. A melting pot will emerge of people, travel, work, and talks that you hast. Moments we cherish are not just special occasion. But ordinary turned special by a kind word, a thoughtful action. Best are days filled with shared goals, collaboration and rejoicing, Small and big achievement that are enriching and enticing. In the book of life, some days are happy, others sad, Some good and others bad, No one escapes life unscathed-lass or lad. Your reactions determine an overall card of glad or mad. No one has only a happy yesterday, Love, longing, losing-are all served in life’s tray, Consciously choose positive. Nip in the bud, the negative. Simple lessons of life include to be proactive, Not just reactive. I cherish time spent with special and simple people. Honest, humble, humorous, not sitting on a steeple. Many have helped lighten my load. Gratitude is due to many special mentors on life’s road. Books, paintings, travel, sculptures and show, All compete and complement mind’s space in tow. Recollections are random, don’t flow in a row. Many remind of riches of creation, to which I bow. Thank you Lord for all that you teach and bestow. Life’s a game of catch and throw.