Little treasures that we keep,
Remind us of the times
We can't forget, because our lives,
Were much like valentines.
A small child's rocker on the hearth,
A lock of baby's hair
Bring back the times when every day
Was like a whispered prayer.
A seashell, on a nearby shelf,
Brings back the memories
Of walks along the sandy shore,
And singing of the sea.
Ah yes, it is the little things,
Which bless us through the years
Such as the precious memories,
Which bring both smiles and tears.
For tho' the years may come and go,
Which smiles and heartaches bring
We should recall our God of love,
Who sanctions simple things!
Remind us of the times
We can't forget, because our lives,
Were much like valentines.
A small child's rocker on the hearth,
A lock of baby's hair
Bring back the times when every day
Was like a whispered prayer.
A seashell, on a nearby shelf,
Brings back the memories
Of walks along the sandy shore,
And singing of the sea.
Ah yes, it is the little things,
Which bless us through the years
Such as the precious memories,
Which bring both smiles and tears.
For tho' the years may come and go,
Which smiles and heartaches bring
We should recall our God of love,
Who sanctions simple things!
~ Sancie Earman King
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