A picture speaks a
thousand words,
Of fragrant memory
To take us on a pleasant
journey
To a past we all can see.
It unfolds so many simple
blessings
Little treasures of the
heart,
Yet, what is the sweetness
that delights us
That makes us draw apart.
The memory that warms the
soul
And brings that gentle
smile,
To give us the
flutters within
Or make us break into a
smile.
Do we ever wonder long
Which and why these truly
are,
What touches us somehow
To create a lasting mark.
Why are some things soon
forgotten
While others never leave,
Has it something more to
do
With what we know we
really need.
Maybe all we've found
is precious
For eternal joy to last,
Is this the dearest
treasure that we hold
To keep forever in our
heart.
