In My Pocket (I keep the coin-mpm addition)

I have memories in my pocket.

They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole.

They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.



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read this poem at a Legacy post and recall reading it before...so it's posted here now to remind me of the coins that bring back the memories...every moment of the day.