Memories from a turned page,
twirl around disrupting change.
Holding tight to what has been,
hesitating to begin.

Memories from a turned page,
keeps minds in a golden cage.
Dancing to a yesterday,
blurring visions for new ways.

Memories from a turned page,
take you to a younger age.
Singing songs made of regrets,
forming sorrowful duets.

Memories from a turned page,
can no longer rearrange.
Letting go of what once was
so clear visions can adjust.

Memories from a turned page,
have no place on a grand stage.
While creating tomorrow,
hope is what light hearts follow.

Memories from a turned page,
should be burned and cleared with sage.
Disappearing with old times,
falling off with every climb.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy