Arlington Cyril Davis

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.

By Lamaretta Simmons

I'm sorry for your loss. May you find comfort knowing that the God of all Comfort is near to all those broken at heart and can give you the peace and strength you need to endure the days ahead