A Big and Small Object

The bright yellow reflection
as bright as the sun but as cold as the moon
Beautiful with looks and within
The memories
The wins
The Happiness but the sadness as well
All the memories huddled together telling stories of the past
never to be repeated again
So closely together like the papers bonded in a book
Over worn marks engraved with the knives of time
Names of the forgotten inscribed in deep colours
The smell of lavender soap
waft over the silk skin
It's lingering spirit always alive
Ready to pounce
ready to be drenched in pain and work
But over all ready to add more memories

More memories to the pile of bagged up, bottled up group
staying inside
Inside a big and little object