Times and Memories
By Eunice C
Published 28 June 2016
Almost always in my hands,
Like my pet, I desire it.
Of the past it reveals,
Keeping me full and never hungry.
Almost always bright and shining,
Never dull with a broken heart.
Through all times and memories,
My eyes and delicate fingers flickering.
Endless doors to be opened,
I have only opened a few.