This blog is about my life as a mother and nanna and about my great family.
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Published: November 9, 2019
Memories are life's special momentsBorrowed from the passing of time.Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,Etched and stored inside our mind.Our minds are a memory albumWhere the past and present meet,Memories we lovingly cling toThat make the heart skip a beat.Some we would like to forget.Some we love to treasure.Some memories become precious giftsThat live on forever and ever.Yes, memories are precious moments,And I have quite a few,The memories I treasure the mostAre those I made with you
Lovely poem Jo-Anne. How fortunate we are to have memories.
Thank God for memories.
Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
So bittersweet because, once someone is no longer with us, even the happy memories are also a painful reminder of how much we miss them.
Margaret.......So trueNancy...........IndeedCarol...........ThanksKaren...........I agree
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