Thursday, January 29, 2015

A BOOK OF MEMORIES by Kathleen Sheppard


Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

My hopes,

my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times
that make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,

the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure,
simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,

and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life
I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,

they all stay with me,
all of these contained
in my book of memories.