We're always making memories
Through every day we live,
A something for our hearts to keep,
A something we can give,
A cherished moment from the past
That's firmly tucked away
For one quite far-off day.
Memories though large or small
Are treasures that we keep
Through times of joy or those of trials,
Successes that we reap.
It means so much to hold them near
In caring heart and mind -
The birdsong in a nearby tree,
A blue sky just behind.
It's easy to make memories
That always shall remain.
Choose carefully while dreaming dreams
To glorify Your name.
The miracles of God's bright world
Float gently on the breeze,
And loving hearts are happiest
While making memories.
Garnett Ann Schultz
4 comments:
Oh dear, when I posted this poem for some crazy reason, it wiped the page clean didn't it? Taking off pictures you girls put up? Sorry.
Love the poem......
You didn't do that. Carol moved them around yesterday.They're hanging around somewhere on this blog.I like your poems.
That's it, blame it on "little ole me".....(:
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