Old Memories

She sits, slowly rocking

Gliding her finger over each and every picture

With a smile, she closes her eyes

SNOWDRIFT MEMORIES

On snowdrift mounds
From Winters long past,
Lay the frozen memories,
We hold close and fast.

Those painful

The Smell of Memories


I love the smell of Jasmine growing in the wild,
Its fragrance gently lifts me, and cradles me as its

A Sprinkle of Dust

A little girl
Believed that angels
Were born with halos
That they were precious
And beautiful
But she

Hi dear friend
Of whatever land
Wherever you may be
Whatever age you may be
If you have only memories
May they be pleasant memories

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