Memories of our family and childhood are what shape our personality and who we are. Whether we like it or not, our personality is formed by our parents, brothers, sisters, and the environment that we grow up in. We can only grow as people when we choose to confront our past, only then can we move forward in our lives.
by Judy Burnette
The winds blow gently on my mind
Reminding me of you;
I smile . . . I close my eyes
Knowing dreams do come true.
I see you there in the center of my heart
I stand in your warm embrace;
I see the love in your eyes
I gently caress your face.
Memories are a precious gift
We have shared the old, we will make the new;
I hold you close, though we are miles apart
My best memories were made with you.
We all have memories, both good and bad. Is there someone that you made your best memories with? If so after reading this poem, close your eyes and relive those happy moments.