Our mind is a wounderous thing that gives us powers
To talk, to think and act aright, to calculate and solve
The many problems that arise in our earthy hours,
Every action great and small comes from the brain.
But in my thoughts the greatest gift that my mind gives to me
Is that of never ending, ever growing wonderful fond memories.
It would seem odd if we could not recall things that used to be,
And go through life forgetting all the moment that it happened.
The memory of my fathers sparkling eyes and mothers blonde hair, .
The early childhood holidays spent on the sand by the deep blue sea,
The donkey rides and the ice cream cones, the south wind blowing fair,
The noisy, smelly pleasures beach with two child rides for a penny.
The memory is always kind to me and paints the saddest picture fair.
The death of loved ones no longer filled with grief or heartfelt pain,
But happy thoughts of those we love alive free now from earthly care,
I laugh as I remember my parents holding hands walking along the beach.
Memories of things done wrong and the pain that caused by soul,
Oh I will not do that again, my memory taught me really well
For not only I was hurt but those I loved the most, their goal
For me seemed lost. Memories help improve you life as well.
If I were to loose my memories of things now all past and gone
I would feel quite lonely for most of me would be all but lost.
It is the memories that we have that help us reach our final home.
May my memories ever increase, my knowledge of good never end.
M Ann Margetson Jan 8 1997
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