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Memories - D. Techand
I sit here and leaf through my memories
It all becomes a blur.
Pictures of friends and mudfights
Programs of concerts and plays
Letters of friends who have long since
Walked back out of my life
Pages full of thoughts and prayers
Journals, pictures, songs
Tear-stained pages in my Bible
Encouraging notes, some sketches
Pieces of my torn family picture
A coin, a glass bead, dried roses, a piece of malechite
My teddybear, a candle, a mug, a dried pansy
A calendar, a planner, some jewlery and seashells
A magnet with moons and stars
A yearbook, a small glass bottle
With kisses and colorful glass beads
A child's drawing, a pretty stone, an airplane ticket
The list goes on and on...
Will I take them all with me?
What will I choose to leave?
Maybe I should just leave it all---
In God's hands, that is.
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