The keepsakes are our memories,
We made upon this earth.
Daisies in your hair,
Thrown pebbles in a pond.
Summer nights we rain danced,
Until the break of dawn.
If I had a dime for all the times,
I made you smile.
Then again,
It could never make me wealthy,
As the gems I hold deep down inside.
Heavy is the heart,
But light were the moments...
And boy did we float!
Every now and then,
I look up to the sky.
And I smile,
Even if just for a while.
Bliss blankets my being...
And I Smile.
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
I LOVE WRITING. ESPECIALLY POEMS FOR KIDS. PRACTICING MY HAIKU THAT I ALSO LOVE.BOTH TRADITIONAL AND NON TRADITIONAL.I INTEND TO SHARE MY PASSION ON THIS BLOG. I HOPE TO MAKE ALL ENTERTAINING AS MUCH AS I CAN. JOIN ME IN MY JOURNEY.....
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Beautiful. Wealth has nothing to do with money.
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Thank you… You are so right.
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Welcome.
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Happiness is best kind of wealth.
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It sure is Jessica!!!
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Loved this
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Thank you so much.
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Very beautiful! 💜
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Thank you very much Lisa!!!
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“Bliss blankets my being…” – beautiful line and an amazing piece!
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Thank you so much Eugenia.
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Excellent! We can all probably recall a few percent moments to cherish in our lives.
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So true and they are indeed pricless…
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