Yesterdays are filled with memories
we’ve already made,
tomorrows are fill with memories
we are yet to make.
Every day we hold in our grasp
is another one for our memory store.
The loving times we spend
with the one we love most
are made for the times
when they might not be there.
A photograph on a mantle shelf,
a smile captured in time
that will never fade away
through the passing of age,
those captured moments
that bring us constant joy
whenever the lonely wind blows.
A lovely piece..really is and those photos on the mantlepiece, always quite astound as they sit there year in year and you are whipped back to that very spot but if the photo was placed in a box and found years later one always ends up saying (was that me!) and even (who was that im standing next too) they are as friends we grow old beside as compaired to the ones we loose contact with... loved this piece tyvm karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem. I have a beautiful picture of my late wife on the sideboard that I always look at.