It's not the loss, it's the memory,
It's not the tears, oh it's the dreams,
It's not desperation of missing them,
I guess it's all about the mess I'm in.
It's not the emptiness I'm living with,
The days, months, years, stretch out
and so do I.
In my heart I hold something so lovely,
In my heart I hold something so lovely,
It's not the loss, it's the memory.
It's not the babies growing up in pain,
Cause momma passed; no one's to blame.
It's the full heart that's beating to reality,
It's not the loss, it's the memory.
It's not the ring lying in the drawer,
Just the thought there could be so much more,
so come on down the road with me.
It's not the loss, it's the memory.
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in honor of the memories, in hope for the future
for a very dear friend ...
8 comments:
tender, beautiful, one of your best.
warm smiles and a hug,
j
Very true.
This is great dear LArry
That remarkable line 'It's not the loss, it's the memory'... means a lot here
If you please could go back to my comments. there was something I explained I need you to know
;)
Hugs
D.
This is one of your best, Larry.
a bit bitter-sweet, the fate that falls upon us. Lucky/fortunate to have, yet saddened when unjustly taken away...
very nice, my friend.
My favorite so far. ~Mary
ok, this one gave me chills - awesome...."so come on down the road with me..it's not the loss, it's the memory." Love it Larry.
I would like to exchange links with your site ytfe.blogspot.com
Is this possible?
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