Many memories come back to me,
The older I get so much more I see.
I see the highs sown to the depths.
With so many births and so many deaths.
I've seen much joy and too many tears,
Throughout my life of fifty seven years.
I remember so much more it seems,
If not in this life then in my dreams.
I have laughed and I have wept,
I have seen His angels as I slept.
Before these things I could never find,
Hidden in the portals of my mind.
I have seen my father that I never knew,
The precious moments that I had with you.
Much closer to my family today I feel,
It seems as if my life today stands still.
I guess these things just come with age,
When everyday we turn another page.
Remember to get old is not depressing,
It is a gift in the form of Gods blessing.
I treasure all these things He let me see,
Within my treasure chest of memories.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
11-5-2002
Dedicated to: family and friends
