A Birth Certificate shows that we were born

   A Death Certificate shows that we died

           Pictures show that we lived!


Anonymous
                                
Memory is your mind slipping  into another time and place.

       A place not as lonely, a place of happiness and joy.

                        Sometime it's unpleasant,

  still; even that could be a welcome change from the now.

    A memory is a ripple in time that belongs only to you.

              This old world would be so sad without
   
                      our  journeys  into  memory.


Author: Jennie Anderson                     2010

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         Tattered 'round the edges,
         And faded now with time;
         Memories that linger still,
         Are what they left behind.

          Like a precious package,
            Kept in a secret room,
         Each memory a treasure,
              A family heirloom.

       On rare and quiet occasions
          The package opens wide;
       revealing then the memories,
           That nestle there inside.

         Faces etched in memories
         Like photos from the past;
  each snapshot printed in the heart,
           Are memories that last.

     Worn and ragged photographs,
          So faded now with time;
Yet the lasting love deep in your heart,
         Is what they left behind.


Author: Allison Chambers Coxsey
Music: One Moment In Time
Written by : Albert Hammond and John Bettis 1988
 
Artist: Unknown to me.