Uma Datta - Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories

The patter of tiny feet,soft gurgling sound
The pastel blue nursery walls
And cuddly toys strewn all around;
She went down memory lane
When she chanced upon a plastic airplane
Gathering dust in the attic ;
With a sudden twinkle in her dim eyes,
A smile spreading on her wrinkled face
She retraced where time stands static
More imageries shift like a flashing train
Halting at memory stations--Parents' Day,
First swimming lessons,
His gay abundance in the rain
Fondly she touches a gossamer of stories
Which the toy plane has flown in
On it's wings of sweet memories....