Memories are a precious gift

Of words we've shared, and songs we've sung;

Of walks and talks and silent times,

Joyful laughter, that popped our seams,

Spoken prayers, that healed unspoken dreams.

Memories...like clouds afloat,

Sun rays as peaceful days unfold,

Their very essence stir my soul

And frees my mind to drift...

Over days and moments we have shared.

Precious memories

Indeed they are a precious gift.

 ©Doug Van Wyk Feb.2002

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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