Memories are life's special moments

Borrowed from the passing of time.

Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,

Etched and stored inside our mind.

Our minds are a memory album

Where the past and present meet,

Memories we lovingly cling to

That make the heart skip a beat.

Some we would like to forget.

Some we love to treasure.

Some memories become precious gifts

That live on forever and ever.

Yes, memories are precious moments,

And I have quite a few,

The memories I treasure the most

Are those I made with you.                                       

-John P. Read-