Memories seem to pop-up

In the later years of life.                           

It helps me to know 

I was a good, caring wife.

Many are the pictures,

I’ve stored in my mind.

Some call it reminiscing,

But its God being kind.

When I hold my child,

As I did so long ago,

I see his face light up.

I’m  watching love grow.

Over the years I’ve had

Several dearest friends,                                   

Whose love I cherish,

After making amends.

I’ll never sell my memories.

For precious they are.

They brighten up my life 

Just  like a shooting star.

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