~ Down Memory Lane ~
Days begin with precious memories
Of our yesterdays,
The hikes, the chat, eating ice cream
Under hot sunny rays.
I think of your smile, your prance,
That turned up little nose,
, The way your eyes sparkled
When I handed you a rose.
The sound of your voice
As soothing as a melody,
A warm and gentle touch
Gestured especially for me.
These are meaningful treasures
Hidden away, yet in open view
Reminding me constantly
How very much I love you.
©
Shirley Oremland
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