Where do all of our memories go
Recalling things we knew long ago
To remember when I was so small
And my world about seemed ever tall.
These remembrances still fill my mind
Days sometimes glad and sometimes unkind
Some days when I felt lost or confused
Others as we laughed and were amused.
Plain and simple joys that used to be
Committed now to each memory
That won’t be lost and keeps flowering
With its virtues overpowering.
Claire V. Bogdanos 