Phyllis Babcock Poet Rhyme

Memories

Life quickly passes us by
We reflect where  memories lie
Good and bad times  come and go
Like summer rain and fleeting snow.
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As years grow old memories fade
New ones are born and old ones laid
Passing of time is like the blink of an eye
In heart and mind fond memories lie.
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Season will come and seasons  go
Like the summer rain and  fleeting snow
 The memories will never fade
We only cherish  memories made.
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3/10/14

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Ralph Sergi June 11, 2014 at 6:59 PM Hi Phylis: Thank you for your kind comment on Cancelled. I'm happy that I made you smile.

Ralph Sergi May 31, 2014 at 7:44 PM Hi Phyliss, nice to know you. A beautiful poem of which I can easily relate. It was a pleasure to read such a fine poem metaphored with time and seasons. Great Write. I also enjoyed Walter Scott.I think that was a winner.

Len Gasun April 3, 2014 at 10:19 AM I extremely love this splendid poem of yours my dear friend Phyllis.So true. Kudos to u on your precious gems. You're are a very talented poet as well. Such an honor to drop by here tonight (just on your poem first) I'll be back for the rests 'cuz I'm so busy with my homeworks in school. I remembered u so I dropped by to read some of your gems & to say, TYSM for your precious time reading my poems. I'm so glad to hear from u. I hope you're always doin well. I'll b back. Big hugs! loveLeo

Andrea Dietrich March 29, 2014 at 10:58 PM This one really touches my heart. It's so true. If you were like me as a child, it is obvious why this poem is also one that I can really relate to as an adult!!

Donna Jones March 29, 2014 at 8:36 PM I really enjoyed this Phyllis....I was fortunate enough to have all of my grandparents and even a couple great grandparents up into my twenties and thirties...as they aged they talked of their memories of their whole lives...and at nearly 55...I find this being the case myself..:-)

Carolyn Devonshire March 29, 2014 at 1:42 PM Dear Phyllis, too many people spend their lives worrying about things beyond their control. Your beautifully penned poem reminds us that to have good memories, we must make them first. Well done, dear. So nice to read your words again. Love, Carolyn

Lucilla Carrillo March 25, 2014 at 11:07 AM This is so beautiful and so true. Thanks for sharing. Memories never die, unless our mind die first. Many blessings ... Lucilla