Memory Album
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,
Etched and stored inside our mind.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,
Etched and stored inside our mind.
Hi Laurie, I know what you're experiencing with your Mom. My Mom has Parkinson's and Dementia. This year her memory has gotten very bad. She imagines things that don't exist, at times forgets...
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when we're far from home
We realize where we belong.
Hi HOSwrites,
I believe each day is a step nearer, on the road to fulfillment, and that each mistake is a lesson. They'll be many obstacles to overcome, and we may often ask where God is,...
Brush away old heartaches.
Learn from our mistakes.
Another year is finally over.
A new dawn awakes.
Hi Rosie, I'm so sorry that you feel so sad and broken. Having been there myself, I know how hard it can be. Hang on in there, sweetheart. Things can only get better, believe me. God Bless.
L is for "laughter" we had along the way.
O is for "optimism" you gave me every day.
V is for "value" of being my best friend.
E is for "eternity," a love that has no end.
This poem means the world to me. I have been with my partner for nearly two and a half years, and we have had some tough times, but we have always gotten through them. Right now we are going...
I still say I Love You,
But now there's no reply.
I always feel your presence
As if you never left my side.
Chris,
It's 21 years since I lost my lovely wife, after 35 years of marriage. It's the anniversary tomorrow. I was so in love with her. When we went to the supermarket. I would leave her to...
Love is like a river,
A never ending stream.
Love is shared by each other
To answer someone's dream.
Love has no rights or wrongs. It's a feeling that's so strong, like a tall building high above the sky. It's hard to reach from underneath that bright blue sky. Once I look into your loving...
Love can't be described.
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object.
Love does not conform.
Love is everything the poem says and so much more. It's constantly putting those you love before yourself and anything else.
Throughout your life you'll forget many things,
but never the...