 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 15:42:05 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 52389
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Precious Gift Called ...Memory*
[time] => 2004-06-17 13:03:34
[hometext] => Something I wrote almost three years ago, it still holds true to this very day...Glo!
[bodytext] => As I sit here and write these words, It brings back something Special to me. It brings back a most precious gift called a Memory. All the good times I've had when I was just a child. The fun I had with all my friends and all the things we did. Back then there was lots of things to do, The world was our Oyster and our Pot Luck Stew too. On Pot Luck Days, we would all put our names in a can. Whose ever name was picked... That person decided what we would do. Not that it was settled, that's when the fun began. Another thought comes to mind, when I wander back in time. The time when my Mom and I would sit and talk... About things only a Mother and Daughter would share. I recall all the wonderful, delicious meals she would prepare. When I looked at her, I'd see nothing but love in her eyes. She shared with me Precious Memories of when she to was young... A woman so strong and wise. What Precious Memories to keep, and they're all mine... She departed this Earthly World on "18-December-1989." My final walk back in time brings back Memories of my Step-Dad... Who would sit and talk with me, About whatever was on my mind... He was more than just a Step-Dad, he was like a real Father you see. I remember his boisterous laugh, We had lots of fun...the Lord called him home "12-April-2001." My Parents and Friends leave behind such a Precious Gift, Times when I"m feeling down, I go to them for a lift. There's nothing more calming and peaceful to me. Than to have the Gift of Memory. They're always with me in my heart and mind. A love so sweet, it spans the test of time. A most Loving Gift from the Father above, Hold fast to your Memories...they're filled with love. Stay With Me Always! ~Gloria E. 19-December-2001 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Glo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com