Hold on to the whispers of yesterday,
The fleeting moments that slip away.
Like footprints in the sand, soft and slow,
They mark where we’ve been, and where we’ll go.
Hold on to the laughter, the love, the tears,
The stories that carried us through the years.
In the quiet of night or the rush of the day,
Those memories dance in a gentle sway.
Hold on to the warmth of an old embrace,
The sparkle of light in a familiar face.
Even as time slips like water through hands,
The heart knows the place where the past still stands.
Hold on to the songs that echoed so true,
Each note a reminder of what we knew.
For though we move forward, and seasons will change,
The past is a thread that can’t be untangled, nor strange.
Hold on to the moments, they’re part of your soul,
They shape who you are, they make you whole.
And when the world feels heavy, when you’re feeling lost,
The memories will be there, no matter the cost.
So hold on, hold on, let them keep you alight,
In the darkest of hours, in the stillness of night.
For memories are treasures that never grow old,
They’re the stories we carry, they’re the stories we’ve told.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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