MEMORIES IN A SHOEBOX
Shoeboxes are meant for shoes
Or pictures you don’t want to lose.
My shoebox is filled with stories of old
The pictures are warm with memories untold.
When I look at those days of youth and fun
The memories for us have just begun.
The years fly by and we don’t think of time
Until we find that shoebox of mine.
Those precious memories are like gold
And bring smiles and tears from those days of old
So don’t throw away that shoebox of yours,
It may bring you comfort from days gone by
Because that shoebox is where those stories lie.
A HEARTBEAT AWAY
Winter days are usually long and dreary
Depression can overcome us
We don’t seem to have the energy
Or a spirit that is positive
We look longingly for sunshine and warmth
But soon we find we are just a heartbeat away from spring
Trees budding forth with their new shiny leaves
The green shoots of flowers are poking their tiny
Heads up above the ground.
There is a sweet freshness in the air around us
Our senses have come alive and we
Drink in the breath of renewal in nature and ourselves.
Dear Joan, Thank you for sharing your work before it is published. I feel honored to read them and seeing them on the page of Chaos gives such joy. I noticed that your poems are taken on a more direct spiritual truth which touches my soul.