Memories (Reprise)
They sit within the darkness,
but bring the eyes new light.
Little things from the past,
that make you feel on sight.

They bring smiles and laughter,
or tears to the eye.
Recollections both good and bad,
of the days gone by.

Little boxes of emotion,
for the ones in need.
Dear memories that are held secure,
waiting to be freed.
This poem appears in the small anthology, New Voices, published by JMW Publishing Co., 1994.  Page 45.