Joseph D. Leedy

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.

Michael,

I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your dad. I know how much you loved and cared for him.

Just remember he is in a better place now, where he is in no more pain. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family always.

Love,
Missy (Stilo) Trostle