​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,
Etched and stored inside our mind.
Our minds are a memory album
Where the past and present meet,
Memories we lovingly cling to
That make the heart skip a beat.
Some we would like to forget.
Some we love to treasure.
Some memories become precious gifts
That live on forever and ever.
Yes, memories are precious moments,
And I have quite a few,
The memories I treasure the most
Are those I made with you.
Precious Memories
Hi Laurie, I know what you're experiencing with your Mom. My Mom has Parkinson's and Dementia. This year her memory has gotten very bad. She imagines things that don't exist, at times forgets...
Memory Album
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2019 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the...
I just hope my memory doesn't fade, sister Beryl. It would be like living in a wilderness of confusion.