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MEMORIES
Memories are made of the small things,
Not usually what lots of money brings,
Meeting a loved one after being apart,
It burns a treasured memory in the heart.
A child’s hand as you try and show the way,
Hearing a humble prayer at the end of the day,
A spiders web covered with the morning dew
Are the fond memories that stay with you.
Seeing a sunset that leaves you staring in awe
At the serene, resplendent beauty that you saw.
With colours reflected in a lake so very still
That for years to come will give you a thrill.
A swan gliding, galleon-like over water so blue,
Soundless as it’s graceful body flows through,
Arched neck, cupped wings full of queenly grace,
A picture to plant as you always remember that place.
The first robin to us returning in early spring,
The waft and sweet flowers and the joy they bring,
The new baby’s touch with a grip so strong,
That memory will live and linger ever so long.
Make memories every day that you live
Memories that with joy each hour will fill,
Gather them like a basket of spring flowers
Them think of them through long lonely hours.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 11, 2002