Beautiful are the memories, <br /> I hold within myself. <br /> Remembering only with a glance, <br /> looking through the photos that <br /> appear upon my shelf. <br /> <br /> Gentle becomes the pain, <br /> as the bad times come into view. <br /> Replaced only by laughter <br /> of things so old and still so new. <br /> <br /> Tears that become streams of flowers, <br /> descending down my face. <br /> I have found in these memories that <br /> I have found such a wonderful and <br /> warm embrace.<br /><br />Renita Dawn Clarke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-in-memories/
