“Memories”

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Memories

It can be any time or place…

When suddenly they start…

Those memories of yesterday

That so delight the heart…

 

They’re brought about by many things…

A treasured photograph,

A song’s familiar melody,

A child’s delightful laugh…

 

They bring a gladness to the heart,

A warmness to the soul…

They take an ordinary day

And somehow make it whole…

 

Those precious, priceless memories

That time cannot destroy…

They come and go and leave

A gentle, sentimental joy.

 Author Unknown

 

About Author

Connie calls herself an autodidact writer. The word autodidact is as impressive as the time it takes to teach yourself how to master a craft. Auto means "self" and "didact" comes from the Greek word for "teach." Connie learned by reading, taking home study courses, and creative writing workshops. She talked, practiced and shared with other writers who encouraged her to write her story because it was too important, not to tell. Connie has three blogs, one sharing spiritual thoughts, another on aging gracefully, and the other her author site. She is so passionate about writing that she gets up every day at 5:00 am and writes for 2hours. She's a wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother. Her hobbies are genealogy, lots of crafts, too many to mention. If you ask Connie what the greatest accomplishment of her life has been? She'll tell you it's the life she created by believing in something better, "The Promise!"

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