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Treasures of the heart
I often think back on my yester years
When you could sleep in the moonlit breeze
With windows sweetly open
Because then… you need not ever fear
And lying there in the safest place
My heart would ever know
Curled up in the coolness of my grandmas cotton sheets
There beneath my sleepy head, lay the softest feather pillow
There are times I yearn for those days
Of peaceful and kind solitude
Yet, I hold them even closer
For in my minds kind memory… they cannot ever elude
It makes me very happy to reminisce
And it often makes me smile
When I can think back on all of those…
I’ve loved… and that have loved me in this life
I dream of my grandparents and their little house
The one I called my own
“Where have all the years gone”
I sometimes whisper to myself
Those I look so fondly on
I often take out the pictures
Those that have yellowed through the years
When I look upon those wonderful faces
Sometimes in my heartfelt thoughts
I have to wipe away my tears
Gazing upon those once so young
Yet, in my heart… they never will grow old
Thinking of my Mom and Dad
Wishing for their hand to hold
For when you can still see them
So vividly in your memories… forever to be known
Recalling their sweet laughter
Or the scent of their cologne
Remembering the gentleness of their touch
Or a funny phrase they always said
Oh, Those precious memories
How they dance within my head
Where colors are painted in memories so kind
In hues so true and bold
If this is how you also remember…
Then you are truly the richest by far
For memories are the treasures of the heart
And always… more precious than gold
©2003
Brenda
Conley
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