I have a box full of memories,
Hidden deep in my heart;
I take them out to ponder,
And from them make a start.



Memories of the distant past,
When I was but a child;
Playing games and growing,
Sometimes a little wild.



Then there are the pictures,
Of my children as babes;
Oh, what precious parcels,
Every one of them made.



They grew up so fast,
When my life was so busy;
Thinking of it now,
Kind of makes me dizzy.



But now there are grandchildren,
Making memories with me;
I love them so very much,
Joy fills me with glee.



My box full of memories
Will soon overflow;
And I am so happy,
I hope loved ones know.



I pray their boxes fill,
As mine has over the years;
And looking back on life,
They find more smiles than tears.

© Sandra S. Oidtman
2010