Memories Such As These

Memories Such as These

As I look back on the years gone by
there are so many memories
that bring such joy to this heart of mine,
memories such as these;
A little boy with a teddy bear
that he carried with him everywhere,
and two little feet that skipped and ran,
oh I how I loved that little man.

Then three little girls came on the scene.
They wore pretty dresses that were never clean
but they danced and giggled and made me grin
with their precious ways that they had back then. 
I held their hands as we traveled the years,
and I wiped their noses and calmed their fears.
We explored the world with curiosity 
and I learned from them and they learned from me.

Oh the years went by too quickly it seems
but I tried to teach the importance of dreams.
Then I watched as each one went their way,
and I closed my eyes and began to pray,
“Dear Lord please keep them safe for me.
Please guide them gently, let them be
compassionate and loving too.
Dear Lord please give them faith in you.”

As I look back on the years gone by
I am proud of the part I played,
in the lives of the children I loved so much.
May the memories never fade.
May they too look back and always know
how much they meant to me.
When they look in their hearts, 
may they always find a loving memory.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Jeavons Avatar
December 13, 2019 at 10:19 AM
Thank you so much Panagiota! How kind of you. Yes I truly am blessed. Merry Christmas to you too dear friend. Susan
Romios Avatar
December 12, 2019 at 7:23 PM
One of the Besf and Most LOVING poems I ever read here. You were blessed to have them. Now they are grown and so proud of you, Susan. Merry Christmas, dear friend Panagiota
Salehi Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 11:32 AM
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart...
Jeavons Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 12:39 PM
A unique way to look at it. Thank you Pashang. Blessings, Susan
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