Memories!

What will my memories hold for me? 
Will it keep all my good ones and leave the bad ones out? 
My memories new and old, 
Mine that are silver and gold,!! 

I wonder on my death bed, 
Would I have flashes of my first kiss, 
Or would it be of the moment I broke a heart to keep my bliss? 
The feel of the warm water on my cold feet, 
Or the day when the rain drenched me out neat, 
Would it be when I saw my labour give out the loveliest eyes and fingers and toes and lips? 
Will it be when my love kissed my tears off, 
Or the day he made me cry,laughing my heads off? 

Would it also bring back the fragrances? 
Of the jasmine that flowered like crazy in my garden, the wind smelled of it every evening. 
Of the roses that my childhood plucked and thorns pricked my little fingers bleed red... 
Of the marigolds that bound us together for a lifetime here,at least here.. 
Of the lilies that bloomed in the marshy ends of the land when it poured like mad. 
Of the sweat that trickled down on the hot sunny afternoon,when we lay in love . 
Will my memories hold them all? 
Will I see them pass my mind and touch my soul?
Or will it unburden it all before I reach there...