Let Me Always Remember




        Let me always remember~
        the serenade of the past.
        Pressing with its nose, on the
        present's window glass.

        The pelting raindrops of moonlit 
        San Francisco rain.
        Like tears of love and joy on
        my forever dancing brain.

        Let me always remembers my 
        most,loving God and crystal rosary.
        And that Mother of Pearl Prayer book.
        That little girl,so humble on her knees.

         And when my last breath comes,
         To let it all go with joy,and remember, 
         I am going home, to be with my Master.
         With His love....sparkling forever!



                      5/9/2021
                        ~1~


Dedicated to my loving friend, across the pond, Ann Gilmour,
who is like a twin, soul sister to me! Thank you,Ann!
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Gauthier Avatar
May 24, 2021 at 3:24 PM
O my goodness ~ lovely, Panagiota
Romios Avatar
May 24, 2021 at 11:16 PM
Line, I accept your words.,,.hiw nice.. Pangie xx
Hinshaw Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 10:10 AM
A loving tribute to Ann, Pangie, and I know she appreciated it - Bob H
Romios Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 6:50 PM
Hi Bob..looks like Ann did. it was agrand memory of my parents raising me nit as a materialist but in a religion. Eddie, the same.hS starts August 6th. He knows the country began in 1776, he knows babies are born with an X ot Y chromosome. ))) Thanks Bob... 5/10 6;45pm.
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May 9, 2021 at 11:27 PM
Bless you sweet Panagiota your words have touched my heart. With love for my two favourite gals ^~^ xxx
Romios Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 6:42 PM
You are welcome Ann. You were in my mind when I wrote this. I, personally, learned to seek God's love over trophies, wins, etc. those will not get us in to heaven. Others feel there is no god. Whatever works. To each his own. Love from Pangie and Love purrs from Irene^*^ Xxoo
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