Words to Live By

Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid it will never begin.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.They rattle among the change. My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go. They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole. They give me comfort when I think I am alone. Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there. But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

13 comments:

Arizona Harley Dude said...

Very nice Ann.

Dean "D-Day" said...

That was beautiful Ann. Simple yet sweet and meaningful. I really like it!

Mastercheif said...

That was really nice! You have a great talent!

BlackstoneBill said...

Nice poem.

Now how about laundry instruction to wash out the ones you want to forget, yet keep the ones you treasure?

Big Daddy said...

Sweet.
And I love exploring your 'pockets'

FLHX_Dave said...

Ahhhhhhhh...that was really a thoughtfull....errr...thought.

Change & memories will always get you through the tough times.

Thanks Ann. I have never had anyone talk so sweetly about me!

heh, all kidding aside. Very nice.

mq01 said...

deep...love it, thank you ann

Mr. Motorcycle said...

Too deep and sentimental for me. What's with all the poetry lately? First Big D, Dean, now you. Just kidding. It was cool.

I've got a banana in my pocket. Oh, wait, that's not a banana. Forget it.

B.B. said...

That's really beautiful!

Jen said...

awwwwwwww

Kim Thomas said...

Love this!

Lady Ridesalot said...

I'm a very sentimental person and this describes me to a t!

Once someone makes their way into my heart, they are treasures I hold dear.

Great writing! Thanks for sharing with us. :)

Baron's Life said...

Love it as well...another Poet....Wow