323. I’m Searching for a Memento


I’m searching for a memento:

Something I can save,

So one day when I grow old,

I’ll remember what you gave.

I’m searching for a memory:

A thought or feeling pleasant,

Of when you were part of my life,

To sneak into the present.

I’m searching for a piece of you,

That I can hold on to;

So one day when you are gone,

I’ll still have part of you.

I’m searching for some concrete proof,

That life is truly real;

That knowing you bore some gift,

That time cannot repeal.

I’m searching for a memento,

To hang upon my lifeline;

So some day when I am old,

I can treasure every line…..

Made from smiles of remembrance.

K. Aldaya, 12/6/15

Picture: By Andre Govia on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/andregovia/9443446927/in/photostream/


297. Smiles: They are Liars!


Smiles: they are liars!

Do not trust their forms.

They live as “Great Deniers”,

Of internal storms.

Some smile to spread cheer.

Some smile for just themselves,

While others smile out of fear,

Or to hide from themselves.

If one laughs and smiles.

If they always seem happy,

Would you believe an expressions’ wiles,

Could mask a tragedy?

Behind smiles lie many things…

Anxieties and fears;

They often mask real feelings.

They like to hold back tears.

Never trust a smiling face,

To tell the truth to you,

For a smile is often put in place,

To hide deep pains from view.

K. Aldaya, 4/1/15

Picture: from Firefly; Summer Glau as River Tam; http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m74sr0MABR1rzve6xo1_500.gif