As you get older, memory lane turns into a whole city, replete with neighbourhoods. Sadly, there's often reconstruction as well, which you're not always privy too... lol
I suppose memory lane includes all the senses ideally so I would probably choose cooking as a special connection to loved ones and the past. But singing and music comes in second. Smells and sounds carry us back to precious moments! Thank you!
As you get older, memory lane turns into a whole city, replete with neighbourhoods. Sadly, there's often reconstruction as well, which you're not always privy too... lol
That's a brilliant thought, I love it! You occupy a very special neighborhood in my memory city, Graham! 🤗
lol - likewise!
Oh wow, I've never thought of memory lane as an actual lane - that's absolutely fascinating - what a gorgeous way to look at it!
Great poem, Punit, as always. Thank you!
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All of us having our child hood memories. Your poem give me a chance to visit that era.
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I suppose memory lane includes all the senses ideally so I would probably choose cooking as a special connection to loved ones and the past. But singing and music comes in second. Smells and sounds carry us back to precious moments! Thank you!
My memories are precious,
made of all things delicious.
There's sounds of lovely music too,
down my memory avenue.
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What a fun way to start my day…thank you!