Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[14]

I would not like you to live so alone
only in a world of memories

but I know why

we only understand the world
when we grow old
we see all these days
we have lived, maybe, half of them
the rest we have lost
they made us lose

and the past is the summary
of what we are
we are the day before
the good and the bad memories
and what we have done with the memories
of a remoter past

remembering is good and pleasant
memories erupt like rivers of love
that drown the seafarers
in tears
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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