Memories are the threads that weave, In the grand tapestry where we believe. Each one a color, bright and bold, In the story of life that we hold.
They paint the picture of days gone by, A museum of moments that touch the sky. Some are joyful, like a sunny day, Others are solemn, like the moon’s display.
Each memory is a cherished treasure, A unique emotion that we measure. They shape our present, guide our way, And in the future, forever they’ll stay.
The laughter of friends, the love we’ve known, Are memories that have brightly shone. The tears we’ve shed, the battles we’ve fought, Are memories that have deeply wrought.
So let’s embrace each memory with grace, For they make up the beauty of our life’s space. From the brightest hues to the darkened shade, They’re the colors in our grand parade.