Each silent square, a time machine
Transporting to the past,
What joy to live that day once more
First moment to the last.

Nostalgically we turn each leaf;
It's true we never age
As long as we remain between
The first and final page.

In memory's lovely garden
The treasured past draws near,
And cherished friends are dearer
With every passing year.

Their fondest recollections
Invoke a sigh, a smile:
Come into Memory's Garden,
And walk with me awhile.

~Author Unknown~

What some people call treasures could be gold, silver, jewels, among countless other things. My treasures are my memories. They are truly "Treasures of my Heart". Treasures that can never be stolen or bought from me. I'm thankful for my many memories, some good & some not so good. But the good ones far outweigh the bad ones, and they helped mold me into who I am today. I hope you enjoy reading some of them.

~Bobbie~