Fresh Memories

 

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.