Don't look for diamonds or rubies,
As treasures in my home;
Don't look for antiques,
Or even a jeweled comb.

I have great treasures,
When I come through my door;
Memories of growing children,
You know, I had four.

But treasures don't stop there,
For many friendships have grown;
As part of my family treasures,
I count the friends I've known

Then, of course there are those,
Who were loves in the past;
Their memories are a treasure,
Even if the love didn't last.

And don't forget the grandchildren,
Some small and some grown up;
When I think of them, I know,
The Lord overfilled my cup.

Family treasures fill my life,
The kind you cannot see;
They are treasures of the heart,
They are all my memories.