Touching joyous parts of yesterday, bringing into focus,
the really meaningful treasures of today.
Nothing of material worth has managed to stay through
the years, we have only ourselves to enjoy through
family and it's heredity.
Sensing emotions rising to my eyes, appreciating every
one of their feelings in my soul.
(10: 59 a.m. - 12/19/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are the stuff that life is made of. Well done my friend!