Memories
We take our family memories one by one the things we have said, the things we have done, Some bring a smile, so bring a tear most of them they wont disappear , We have a book of memories its not upon a shelf its locked deep within our hearts the key we keep ourselves.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Revolting Damage | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| Help She Cried!!!! | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| The knock out!!! | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| Memories | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| The wayI feel | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
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