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Without memories, winter nights forever


Of memories locked in our minds.
Those that haunt us unceasingly.
And precious ones that sparkle.
Ours through life, unless erased.

The ones that hurt crops up often.
On a happy day, a loved one dead.
Each year a replay takes over.
A sadness descents, memories explodes.

A scent can trigger a memory.
Unprepared, the outcome depends.
Happy ones bring on joy.
Haunting ones bring despair.

Guarded memories, kept secret.
No one knows, no one will ever know.
Locked away, buried deep.
Yet, it still haunts. Still brings despair.

Forever memories are not guaranteed.
They can be erased by virus.
Alzheimer, dementia; the most feared.
Without memories, winter nights forever.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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