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A Walk Down Memory Lane

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By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Looking through old pictures

Seeing family and friends

Who are no longer with us.

Remembering little things,

Like the time we played

In the ice-cold creek.

Or the time we hiked

The East Texas fields,

Looking for wild plum trees.

Or the time we drove

Up to Michigan

For the Christmas season,

And the weather was so warm

We couldn't even ice skate.

Or the first haunted house

I took you to,

And you were so scared,

You hid your face in my armpit

The entire time we were in there.

Memories are funny things.

You never know what will

Spark a flashback.

It could be the sight of a bird

Sitting in a Pine tree.

Or it could be as simple as

A shared bowl of ice cream sundae.

Baking chocolate chip cookies

Brings to mind all the children

I babysat as a teenager.

The smell of coconut

Brings back the memory

Of swimming with my cousins

On a hot summer day.

Just remember to cherish each

And every memory

For as long as you can.

For as long as you

Walk down Memory Lane

You keep them all alive.

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs