In the quiet corners of the mind, Where childhood whispers softly bind, There are echoes of laughter, fading light, Captured in time, like stars at night. The swings that soared, the fields we ran, Barefoot summers in a distant land, Moments like bubbles, they rise and pop, But memories, oh, they never stop. Pages of albums, worn and torn, Carry the love, the dreams we’ve sworn, The smell of rain, the taste of snow, Each snapshot a story we still know. In old photo frames, time stands still, A reminder that moments are ours to fill, Though the years may stretch and days may fly, We hold on to the past, never asking why. For each laugh we shared, and tear we cried, Is preserved in our hearts, forever tied, So as we grow, and the world spins round, Our memories stay, forever found.