Renee Billig

Like Leaves upon a summer breeze,
Hearts are stirred by memories-
Those happy-to-remember things,
Like childhood friends and old porch swings,
Family stories told for ages,
Daydreams tucked between life's pages,
Teardrops spent and laughter shared,
Questions asked, adventures dared
Memories stir the heart because
There's joy found in "the way it was."