Wherever we go, <br />we normally pick up <br />a souvenir of our visit, <br />a keepsake to remind us <br />of the good times we had. <br /> <br />As the years progress <br />our souvenirs grow <br />and as we look at them, <br />we remember <br />with a sparkle in our eyes. <br /> <br />We remember the sunny days <br />and even the rainy ones too. <br />We remember the smiling ones <br />and the sad ones too <br />on our leaving days. <br /> <br />Tucked among our souvenirs <br />is always a special one of love <br />of a time when romance <br />filled our every breath of air <br />in a land so far away.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/among-our-souvenirs/
