MEMORY’S SCRAPBOOK
In my mind’s book of memories
There are pages where I file,
Things that touch my heart and soul
And things that make me smile.
One page holds the fluted song
Trilled by a meadowlark.
Another holds the silvery light
Of moonbeams in the dark.
There’s one of sweet baby smiles
And one, a mother’s love.
Another holds morning sun,
One, stardust from above.
There’s a page full of laughter
And one of blossomed trees.
A rainbow fills another page
And one, a summer breeze.
Others hold such poignant things
As tears of joy once shed,
The sound of rippling from a brook,
And smell of gingerbread.
There’s one of lovely carillons
With Hymns and melodies
Next to it are hopes and dreams
And one of fantasies.
There is no end of things to add
From life in every stage
And as they touch my heart and soul
They’re added to a page
When I am old, years from now,
Each day I’ll take a look
At all the wonders held within
My memory’s treasured book.
3/8/92 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
