Memories are heartbeats

Sounding through the years

Echoes never fading

Of our smiles and our tears.

Moments that are captured

Sometimes unaware

Pictured in an album

Or a lock of hair.



Images that linger

Deep within the mind

Bit of verse we cherished

Once upon a time.

Through the musty hallways

Of the days we knew

Ever comes the vision

Beautiful and true.



Memories are roses

Blooming evermore

Full of fragrant sweetness

Never known before.

Life must have a meaning

Goals for which to strive

Memories are lights that burn

To keep the heart alive.

? Grace E. Easley