Trying to open the doors
Into another world while staying
Inside its own home.
Subtly creating a realm
Within our own realm
That has a different flare.
What tragedies and joy
Does magical realism
Create with its wonder?
Memories, they come and they go
But they are never permanently gone
For when memories are born they live
Forever inside are hearts and inside our minds.
When people feel down and blue
They can remember a happy time
By looking into their memories
Of times that brought them smiles.
Yellow maybe the color for cowardice
But it’s a color used for remembering
Those who are gone, those who are here
And those that are right by your side.
Do not forget, do not hide, from
The memories that are floating by
Recapture the memories that you have
And keep them inside your heart always.