I carry a treasure dear to my heart
Only a reach in my pocket and then I start
To savor the memories of a love so true
The story is forever and the words so
few
It has curled up and faded and is now worn
I memorized the words even though torn
A love that exists in the world of my
mind
Undone by an illness that was so unkind
Although people will come and some may stay
All our colors take turns in each of our lives
Memories and words last a lifetime and
thrive
My pockets keep changing as fleeting time goes
Still holding the memories in music and prose
Ever etched into time and sometimes sung by the birds
The poem in my pocket lasts forever without words
4/3/2010
Olivia xoxo
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