Memories are Dust Under My Bed

I shift the stuff out from my room,
Try to clear the dust out with the broom.
Slowly I unpack
All these memories that I now lack.

Chancing upon a photograph,
I take a look and it makes me laugh.
The year 2001
Oh, we had so much fun,
Slapping high-fives in the sun.
Those were the great days of the past.

Digging out some ancient books,
I wiped them and take a good look.
Famous Five and the Secret Seven
All written by Enid Blyton,
Were my first steps
To learning English vocab.

And further down there are more!
Of notes and scribbles of guitar scores.
Yellow loose pages,
John Denver’s and the Beatles’ images,
And songs of love and girls,
Just makes me wanna dance and twirl.

A few hours later,
The mess is not any better.
Pushing them all back under my bed,
I resign to my fate.
These memories all with a particularly lovely date,
In my heart they are not allowed to fade.

Geraldine Cheng
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