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Heritage
| Childhood by John T. Baker Blissful rounds of mirth and magic, Years of innocence and awe, Cosseted by simple pleasures Now but memories. Swiftly flew the fragrant hours, Ever faster sped the days; All too soon was childhood ended Save for memories. Reinforced by recollection, Vivid stay those absent scenes; Long-since vanished blithe companions Live in memories. Stored away now wrapped in tissue, Tied with ribbons faded pale, Relics from that world of wonders, Treasured memories. Our Famliy Author unknownOur family is a circle of strength and love, With every birth and every union, the circle grows, Every joy shared adds more love, Every crisis faced together, Makes the circle stronger. Through My Grandmother’s Eyes by Ed CunninghamThrough my grandmother’s eyes I can see more clearly the way things used to be, the way things ought to be, and most important of all, the way things really are. |
The Best Is Underground Author unknown I climbed my family tree and found, Some branches of my tree, I found, I used to brag on my kinfolk, I beg my friends who boast aloud, I learned what family trees are like, Untitled by John KebleSweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure. Memories Author unknownMemories are like flowers that God plants in our hearts that bloom and fill our lives with love as the years go by. |
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