My Memory
Joy does not linger eternally
When our desired reality becomes fantasy
We get drained of energy and vitality
What I turn to is my cherished memory
My memory is not a melody or someone else's fancy
Not children's lullaby or a yummy tutti frutti
In fact it encloses the worst agony
But in no way fails to be my serenity
Notice I say a single memory
For in it I see singularity
When in pain I travel back to its history
Pretend to relive it although imaginary
A smile masks my face from the remembrance of bravery
Or of the beauty of that ever blue sea
When I recall a friend's comedy
A laugh escapes my mouth's entry
I found a sense of victory
When a fool was made of my enemy
I was enveloped in ecstasy
The day my cousin was released from captivity
I thank God for his mercy
In protecting me from my country's jeopardy
My memory may not fit the definition of heavenly
But it always renders me happy