The memories we weave along the way
Will always be a treasured tapestry
That adds a richness to the present day;
Although we sometimes long for 'used to be'
And wish with all our hearts to turn back time
We realize that we are powerless
To fashion yet again that special rhyme
And rhythm that had given happiness.
Perhaps those golden days we loved so well
Grant beauty that will permeate the soul
As we allow the now to weave its spell
To add a new dimension to the whole.

Remember that the past is but one part
Of all the loveliness within your heart.

Denise