Lovely little memories,
floating through my mind
Sparkling bits of laughter,
little drops of sadness
Rainbows full of joy.Sweetly perfumed memories,
like violets in the grass,
A firefly out of nowhere,
leads me through the past.Shooting stars are fleeting,
like loved ones long ago,
but they are magical memories, because we make them so.
By Candace Pfau 1999
