348. December 14th
In the distance, shrouded with mist a shape
Gradually becomes clearer, sharper,
Until at last in full colour it is made know
The familiar figure of an old friend.
A memory brought back as soon
As eyes have seen,
Inspired by what you see, your memories
Collections of people and things.
A bank of experiences both good and bad
Stored for better or worse,
Some wanting to be forgotten yet some cherished daily
Memories filled with emotion.