Cherish my brain, but most of all my loved ones

A jar of memories,
not of the norm.

An eternal jar,
where memories can't escape.

Only forgotten,
but even then attained back.

Within this jar,
wreathed in red.

A lump of grey matter,
containing fourteen years of memories.

fourteen years of love and hate,
of anger and despair.

But all throughout, the faces and names,
of loved ones lost, uncles and friends.

And even now, the fog of passing memory,
slowly takes away, my father and my mother.

The joy of loving them, being with them,
the sadness, without their company.