Memories ...2

Within my book of memories,

Are special thoughts of you.

And all the many nice things

You often say and do -



As I turn the pages,

And recall each single thought,

I realize the happiness

That knowing you has brought.



There are memories of the times we've shared

Both bright and sunny days.

There are memories of your kindness

And your friendly thoughtful ways.



There are memories of all those notes,

we would write back and forth,

When we would just get together,

And talk of this or that.



And when I recall these memories

As I go along life's way,

I find they grow more precious stillWith every passing day.

--by Annabelle