Love's hidden memories

I came home with stories full of love

"Don't show it," they said.

So I kept it hidden from view

And no one knew.

But it started to grow, love started to swell

I had to tell, I had to tell.

Everything I saw spoke of love

Your eyes, your face, your smile, your grace.

"Don't show your love," I heard them scream

I shut it out and built a screen.

But my love was not just mine to show

What of the love that made you glow?

My love I could easily hide

But your love for me was too strong to cover.

I failed to cut off love from my life

Because you were born to be the lover.

Growing up...

From fun-filled frolic in skirts, to idle merry-making.

From tiffin boxes full of handmade love, to doodles and empty notebooks.

Those days have long gone by...

From carefree pigtailed girls, to women with kids trapped inside them.

We've grown up. Our world has grown wiser.

Those who were grown-ups then, will only get older.

What was support then, will become frail.

What was home then, one day will no longer be.