My Memories of You
By Dale Willett 
My memories are precious,
My memories of you.
I treasure them dearly;
I keep them hidden from view.

In the vault of my mind,
With no lock and no key,
It cannot be opened
By anyone but me.

I take them out
From time to time
To polish and clean them,
Keep them fresh in my mind.
To keep you here near me,
And to never forget
How valuable they are
To me, and yet

I still feel so poor,
So alone and deprived
Because you’re no longer among us,
You’re no longer alive.

So I cry to myself,
As I lay down to sleep,
And I still cling to you
Through the memories I keep.