Past times

Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten my life, brighten my days.
Enhance my skills, fill me with thrills,
help as I climb wavering hills.

Impressions made of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, provide a swerve.
Make all strife pause, no need or cause,
standing ovations, await applause.

Remembrance made from berry jam,
anchored my mind before it swam.
Dust off past fails, letting me sail,
teaching me to always prevail.

Echoes of times made of jelly.
Festive moments feeling ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
recall the seasons for which I long.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy