TIME HELD DEAR
Of all the things I hold so dear,
Memories may be crystal clear.
Happy days coming back to me;
Recall a thought, then I can see.
I see my friends from long ago;
We’d play or laugh, and let it go.
I see my mother baking pies.
Missing her sometimes makes me cry.
I know she’s in a better place,
Peaceful smiles upon her face;
She’s there with dad and loved ones passed;
I miss them all, time goes to fast.
I think about the early days,
Youth has gone but memories stay.
Recalling a memory seems,
Much like having a time machine.
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