5A place we can visit,
With out plane or car.
A person- a people
With out going far.
A long since dead flower,
Before me so clear.
A dry pillowcase
Where once was a tear.
Some locked inside frames,
Some trapped the mind,
Others in stories,
And some left behind
They can hurt like a stab
From a pointed-end blade,
Or make us feel happier,
Feel the joy they had made.
We need not work hard
To summon these things.
Remember them
Wait, then, for what else life brings.