If I could create a picture book of
memories from the past,
every chapter a masterpiece
of unforgettable moments rehashed.
What a pleasure it would be
to turn a page each day,
reliving all the happy times
that quickly passed away.
Smiles I miss from loved ones
where heaven is their home,
babies all grown up now
with children of their own.
Summer rains and winter days,
autumn leaves that fell,
snowcapped pines at Christmas time
I remember so very well.
Oh, what a pleasure it would be
to flip the pages through,
for now, I see them in my mind,
so remembering will have to do.
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