for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.