IN MY POCkET
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:15 pm
I have memories in my pocket. They rattle among the change. my memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go. they are sorted bits and piecs, part of a beautiful whole. They give me comfort when I think I am alone. Yes, i have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it's the memories of you that are the most precious.
I was reading the post by Harry that was posted called The other note, and it got me to thinking of this poem that I have always kept with me.
But of all the treasures I have, it's the memories of you that are the most precious.
I was reading the post by Harry that was posted called The other note, and it got me to thinking of this poem that I have always kept with me.