Monday, September 18, 2006

MEMORIES

There are enough memories
stored away in the depths of our minds
to fill an immense storage place.

Memories of every conceivable kind
on every possible subject
that ever has been related to us
and many of these memories
are very beautiful.

The best of life's beautiful things
are still free
bits and pieces of the joyful things
that are a part of us.

The memory of a little girl
with soft brown eyes
standing in a field of daisies.

A kiss in the morning
a whisper of delightful nothings
a prayer of thanksgiving.

What are we
that is not
a fragment
from a past happiness?
or a past hurt
that we can't help but store.

And what are we
but what we collect
of life's most beautiful
and priceless collection of memories?

And what are we
but what we create
beautiful memories of today
so we may look forward to all our tomorrows.

32 comments:

  1. I agree these memories are often precious.
    I have kept a diary most of my adult life in order to jog my memory when I re-read it.

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  2. From this moment forward everything else is a memory. Your hot chocolate and marshmallows are getting cold...

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  3. Morning Margie,

    Memories can be fickle and they can be moving. Are we the sum of our memories or the hope of memories to come.

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  4. Memories are just memories of the good times long gone

    a nostalgia trip when u r 84
    Now u need to create memorable moments

    PLACE:my place
    DATE: sept 20
    TIME: after sunset
    DRESS CODE: just wear something comfortable or not at all

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  5. /The best of life's beautiful things
    are still free
    /
    So true margie. Our air, water, sky, flowers and so many are beautiful and yet free.

    /And what are we
    but what we collect
    of life's most beautiful
    and priceless collection of memories?
    /
    Memories are beautiful till our last breath and those memories will live when we pass on our collections to the next generation.

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  6. rob
    I also keep a diary!
    Some of the memories make me laugh out loud...and others make me cry.

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  7. pat
    And from this moment on...
    I wish for you nothing but beautiful memories!
    I'll try and swing by later today for that hot chocolate n marshmallows!

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  8. brian
    I agree...
    memories can be both fickle and moving!
    We always have our memories...
    They can give us comfort and also pain.
    Each moment we are in is a memory we create!
    Hoping each new memory you create will be a beautiful one!

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  9. The file cabinets in our mind is an amazing place!

    Beautiful as always!

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  10. Saby
    Yes... memories are just memories
    of the good times long gone!

    when i'm 84... I'll be having a big memory party of those days long gone!

    So, right now... I am creating
    beautiful moments to remember!

    I'll be by your place on the 20th!
    Are we having a party?

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  11. priya
    I am sure you must be recalling some of the wonderful memories of your grandma now!
    I hope they give you comfort!

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  12. Thanks Deb!
    Yes, the file cabinets in our minds are amazing places!

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  13. Margie..you write such beautiful poetry. Everything you write about is so true.
    "What are we
    that is not
    a fragment
    from a past happiness?
    or a past hurt
    that we can't help but store.

    I can relate to these lines so much because it has made me who I am.

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  14. Margie...reminds me of this one:

    Remember
    By Christina Rossetti

    Remember me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you planned:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

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  15. starry
    Thank you for the kind words!
    It makes me glad to know you can relate to those lines of my poem...

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  16. don
    I do love that poem
    Remember
    by Christina Rossetti.

    Thanks for sharing it!

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  17. Thank you for visiting today. And also, thanks for sharing your talent. I'm enjoying your poetry.

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  18. memories make us what we are but what we create now will decide our future...
    beautiful again, margie!

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  19. swampwitch
    Always happy to visit your blog!
    And thanks so much for the kind words!

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  20. Margie,
    What a beautiful poem, as always, that you share. What a gift to have such beauty flow through your spirit. Every word, every line a treasure, a jewel, as are you.

    Thank you for sharing your gift, your heart, your spirit.

    Peace, joy, and LOVE!

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  21. My fear is losing what memory I still have. I guess that's why I keep writing about it.

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  22. Goshhh Margie this is toooooo beautiful!

    **What are we
    that is not
    a fragment
    from a past happiness?
    or a past hurt
    that we can't help but store

    LOVED THAT! So true. We r fragments of past moments...happy or sad. When ppl die, it's those memories that we r left with cos thats who we r.

    Huggggggggz u write so well! Ty so much for the bday poem and all the wishes in my blog for Saby. U r an ANGEL for sure.

    keshi.

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  23. serenity
    You made me *blush* with all your
    beautiful, caring and kind words!
    You are such a sweetheart...
    that is for sure!

    Peace, joy, and love to you!

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  24. andrew
    As long as you keep on writing...
    it will all be there... and all
    good!
    :)

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  25. keshi
    Thanks for your sweet words!
    So glad you loved the poem!
    And, the b-day poem for Saby...
    I was most happy to share!
    Good-night Keshi!.
    I am turning in for the night...
    need to catch up on my sleep, as last night... I got very little!
    Hugggggz angel!

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  26. ketchup ketchup :)

    tc n huggggggggggz!
    Keshi.

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