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.

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