As your mind drifts to the past
And you remember the things that he taught you
You unwrap treasures he made with pieces of life
That were bonded together with love as the glue
He wrapped each one in such a way
That they can be opened at any time
Then, closed again and put away
In that special place inside your mind
But, the lock that he placed upon this gift
Is the most special and precious part
For it can only be opened with a certain key
And this key is called your heart
So, remember the things that he taught and told you
And use each one with pride
For he made these things with love and care
And you keep them all inside
And when you remember, you use the gift
Which he made for you with ease
The gift that you will keep forever...
The gift called memories

© 1992, by Cynthia L. Johnson

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