Sweet Memories
In quiet corners of the mind,
Where time and dream are softly twined,
There live the days we thought would stay,
But gently, gently slipped away.
A summer breeze, a laugh, a song,
The nights that never felt too long,
A glance, a touch, a whispered name—
And everything was not the same.
The scent of rain on thirsty ground,
The echo of a once-loved sound,
The way the stars would light our skies,
Reflected deep in hopeful eyes.
No map can trace where moments go,
But still our hearts, they seem to know—
A smile, a tear, a soul’s embrace—
The past lives on in every place.
So let them drift, those gentle things,
On memory’s soft, unfolding wings.
For though they’re gone, they’re never far—
Sweet memories, just where we are.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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