Memories
The wind is whispering
Sweet memories
Into my ear.
The memories give me
A warm welcoming smile.
They’re soft and forgiving,
Racing through my mind.
The memories tell me
How much I’ve grown,
Then give me a warm hug.
They brag about
How much better they are
Than any picture taken or painted.
The memories give me
A warm forgiving smile
As they say
Goodbye.
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