Memories

It’s the little things that make the memories
The simple things that warm the heart
I see you in life’s treasuries
The clear blue sky, the swing in the park
You pop in my mind as I buy the cream
When I open my bag and find a note
Stopping for petrol, reminds me of a dream
Just a reminder that on you I dote
It’s the ring in the cup, left for luck
The pile of leaves like on our autumn walks
A Sherbet Dip Dab that you smile as you suck
The song on the radio that makes you talk
Triggers that set me thinking of you
Pulled from the memories that we have made
Making me smile refreshing my view.


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