A Book Of Memories

by e2m0z0z5   Jan 15, 2005


Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    I can't type. Memories we all do treasure. Sorry. lol

  • 20 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    A great poem. Beautiful writing. Memories will all do treasure. lol