James A. Thomas

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

TO THE FAMILY: I KNOW THAT GOD IS ABLE TO LIFT UP BOWED DOWN HEADS, ESPECIALLY IN YOUR TIME OF SORR0W. SO JUST LEAN ON JESUS, HE SAID HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU NOR FORSAKE YOU. YOU ARE IN MY PRAYERS.
WITH DEEPEST SYMPATHY
COUSIN - RHONDA DRAYTON