Down Memory Lane

Mum was cleaning out the attic. She handed me a box filled with old books. They brought back memories. Photos of childhood, trips with family and among them, a small sheet of paper which had my first ever poem… the ink had faded with time, but the moments were fixed forever in mind.


My mum saw me looking at it. She asked me to put it back. I carefully folded back the sheet and put it my diary of poems. 

“Why are you holding on to that junk?” she asked.
“Oh, it may be junk to you, Mum, but it is a memory to me. This is one junk I can never replace.”
I picked up my diary and walked off into the garden, my eyes shining with joy at having found a piece of myself again.

For: Sunday Scribbling

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

50 thoughts on “Down Memory Lane

  1. my mum has saved many such trivial things from my childhood which help me walk down those memory lanes sometimes.. its a strange feeling .. strange but good..

  2. really Leo? how old were you when you wrote that first ever poem of yours? can you post it here son?from the start, even when you haven't recognized me yet, i knew then that you are a gifted and talented boy…and you going down memory lane and founding your first ever poem is a manifestation of it…the talented, the gifted Leo… it's an honor for being one of your avid followers…and one of my followers…:)

  3. hmmm nice moment..i too love to kept greetings n photos..still i have so many given by my school friends n group photographs of 5th n 6th class. It always brings smile on my face 🙂

  4. heyy Leo…u came across ur first ever poem…wow…it must be such a beautiful,special feeling,must have made u nostalgic…awww…and now that u had mentioned it…should have put it up here na…we would love to read what you had written then..do put it up..and yes before i forget a very happy diwali to u n ur family!hope this diwali gets u lots of prosperity and happiness!enjoy yourself!take care!god bless!

  5. ah… that first poem… that first short story… those are treasures more than gold or diamonds or money. i could totally relate to the post. 🙂

  6. hey..pl do share that pom here..:) i too found one of my childhod note books..my father had kept it for me and shown me my handwritig and the story..:) I too love that memoryy…it cab never be a junk!!!Happy diwali

  7. Nothing is more interesting than going back to read something we wrote long ago, it brings back not only the words, but the moment and the feelings that created it. How I wish I still had a couple of my journals from long ago. What have I forgotten? In what ways have I changed?

  8. Hah.. yes… nostalgia has a way of eating up our hearts from the core… N u were 10 when u wrote it !!! posted that poem anywhere in this blog ??? if so… ping me the address…

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