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~~ My Memory Book ~~




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My daughter gave me a memory book today
to write down my life as it comes in to play.
The past is over it's already been done
the furthers not happened it has to be won.
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How do I write down my life on a page
from a young girl to a wife to a mother
to a grandmother my age.
My heart knows the story all to well
but when I try to write it down
it's so very hard to tell.
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How do I write down sunshine
how do I write down a tear.
I can't put my life on paper
The words are to hard to find.
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My memory book is still open
the pages are still blank.
My heart knows the story
but my mind refuses to think.
I'll put up my pen and wait a while
maybe someday I can write something
If it's nothing but a smile.

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Poem By
Clara Strickland Brinkley
copyright©2006







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