Love Lives

Little knick knacks and trinkets,
so lovingly placed.
Atop delicate doilies,
made from the finest of lace.

Treasures from the heart,
all from the past.
Tenderly cared for,
unsurpassed.

Here and there pictures,
openly displayed.
Some in frames from a small child,
their tiny hands, so lovingly had made.

Echoes of laughter,
and sometimes tears.
Have rung through out,
over the years.

Dreamers have dreamt here,
and precious were some.
Only to vanish,
in the rising of the sun.

Many memories so dear,
of days gone by.
No money in the world,
ever could buy.

Contentment and blessedness,
the aura it gives.
Within these walls,
is where.....
Love Lives.

ŠElizabeth Ann Bushey
May ~ 3 ~ 2006
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