My treasured memories, are not of diamonds or of gold.

They are the events in life, which my memories take hold.

Walks on a sunset beach and shared wishes upon a star.

Knowing that my loved ones are never very far.

The birth of my children three,

And the love that they have for me.

The Twinkle in my husbands eye

Which makes my spirits soar and fly

The thoughts of loved ones, which have past,

For them I have memories vast.

Time that is shared with a friend

A friend that will be there to the end.

A poem that is written from the heart

Expressions in the form of art.

Lynda

May 1999