Memories: a Modern Shakespearean Sonnet
Location
A pen in hand and looking 'round the room,
Ideas will come but do not last. I look
For inspiration, what to say to you.
Then thoughts begin to flood my mind. The books
Of fairy tales and dogs in trees, the times
We used to dance; when things were simple. Feel
The warmth of fire. Smell the scent of limes.
We see our purple rooms and taste that meal.
The pictures fade, reality appears
Before my eyes. I think about our fun
Of now. The helping, fighting, loving nears
My mind. These memories I'll never shun.
Whatever comes to happen next, do not
Forget these memories that we have got.