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.
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13 comments:
Very nice Ann.
That was beautiful Ann. Simple yet sweet and meaningful. I really like it!
That was really nice! You have a great talent!
Nice poem.
Now how about laundry instruction to wash out the ones you want to forget, yet keep the ones you treasure?
Sweet.
And I love exploring your 'pockets'
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.
deep...love it, thank you ann
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.
That's really beautiful!
awwwwwwww
Love this!
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. :)
Love it as well...another Poet....Wow
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