Memories Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Memories my dear,
Are your most prized possessions.
They'll take you to hell.
Put you in heaven.

No matter how high
You aspire in life.
Memories are the things
You'll cling to in the middle of the night.

Everything, you've ever held dear
Is stored in your brain,
So close,
So near.

We often look back
On where we've been.
The memories come in a flood
Like a long lost friend.

So, cherish the ones
You keep in your heart.
Hope those of "Old Poppy, "
Will share in the happy parts.