Life is a scrapbook,
That’s tied up with string,
Living and breathing,
And carried within.
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Postcards and memories,
And passages in twine,
Snapshots and images,
And flashes of time.
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Whispers and echoes,
And words on a page,
Music and laughter,
And love on a stage.
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Petals and clovers,
And pint-size collections,
Daisy chained happiness,
And soft recollections.
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Friendships and allies,
And hearts that complete,
The ones we have met,
And the ones still to meet.
helen midgley 
Lovely
Thanks, I’m starting the year sweet, it won’t last 😉
You never know!
You are my very favorite poet.
Ahh thanks Pamela, that’s lovely to read x
Helen – I journal every day but have never ventured into scrapbooking. As always, you’ve made every line count. If I did scrapbook, I’d want it to be only about the romantic and wonderful times – I wouldn’t waste precious time and pages on the day to day stuff that drags me down. Wishing you the best in 2014. Pamela Beckford, as stated above, I so agree with her statement. I look forward to reading each time you post.
Thank you so much for the lovely comments, they really do bring a smile 🙂
I don’t know where you get the ideas for so many beautiful poems!
I thank wine, chicken wings and quavers. A lethal mix, lol 😉
I loved your vividness in description of scrapbook joys… I, like Sheri, journal for 42 yrs, and yet, I’d probably keep my romantic side very discreetly . BEAUTIFUL blog! Sincerely Deborah