Among Our Souvenirs

Wherever we go,
we normally pick up
a souvenir of our visit,
a keepsake to remind us
of the good times we had.

As the years progress
our souvenirs grow
and as we look at them,
we remember
with a sparkle in our eyes.

We remember the sunny days
and even the rainy ones too.
We remember the smiling ones
and the sad ones too
on our leaving days.

Tucked among our souvenirs
is always a special one of love
of a time when romance
filled our every breath of air
in a land so far away.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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