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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