Memories,
precious and yet so far
away as if they were dreams,
but still they seem so real. Every moment
is documented and recorded for a never ending
treasure box.
We all anticipate that one day that we look
forward to but when it get's here it's gone in a blink
of an eye, and we wonder what happened to it.
So this Christmas, make the moments longer.
Try to open your gifts one at a time and share the ex-
citement with the one opening their gift, so they can
share their joy. Time is of no importance when we're
with family.
Make the most of this special day and every day
there after. For life itself is just a vessel, in
which to enhance the memories of those who pass
our way.
Megan Loralee Seelye
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-memories/
