A Poem
Whispers vanish as morning breaks.
A story emerges from the deepest depths.
Tales that have almost been forgotten but live on in men’s hearts.
Elderly whispers and unspoken voices
We retrace ancient steps through fading lines and historical records.
TruMemories weave them together with gold threads.
We move calmly and majestically through time
Brushing past and present footsteps together.
Stories of success, love, and fight, disappointments, and victories
All with ink etched on paper, the sure light for preservation.
A father’s laughter, a mother’s delight.
He speaks of battles won, and she of mountains surmounted
To children who remember stories from the distant past.
Names have been lost, faces have become blurry
And events are on the verge of disappearing.
Here comes TruMemories, bringing them to life through the written word.
Lives now captured are no longer lost…Never forgotten.
So, tell your tale, let it be known,
With TruMemories, seeds are sown.
Through us, the world will know.
We gather voices lost to time, their memories wrapped in prose and rhyme.
No name forgotten, no light gone dim.
For history lives where truth is kept,
In every page where time has slept.
Chisom Esther Udechukwu,
Content Writer Genius, TruMemories by BAC
1 comment
This is great.
Tells about how telling our stories stay with our generation while we are not there anymore.
Good work 👏