Joseph J. Polerecky

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.

Love you all! Was the Uncle I knew and jo jo...

First my heart and prayers go out to all of the family. I know you dont know me, but know of me. My mother was Ann and my sister is Jean, Uncle Joe would stop and see me and family when he would come up from Arizona going to Chicago, and sometimes when he went back down. They are all together now, uncle steve, paul, and my mom, Ann. Again my heartfelt sympathy.