Mom and Dad on their wedding Day February 26, 1949. Fresh Memories My memories, cleaned and polished, Buffed in mosaic patterns, Preserved in a tapestry of wax. Imbued by spiritual cleansing, They shine like "Waterford" crystal; As precious as time allows. Translucent yet un-assuming Reflecting a myriad of colors Creating a mirrored rainbow. As fresh as sun-dried linen And fragile as antique lace, This afghan of memories woven As warm as the smile on your face, With fresh memories to hold and embrace.