|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Yes they are. Even the less pleasant ones have value. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Excellent writing sweet lady...stay safe and well..Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Memories are definately priceless, tomorrow I am going to share lunch with my two Newfie cousins, Rose of course from here on AD and our other Cousin from Nfld as well as two of my sisters. We never knew them a lot as children but I am glad we are now able to create some new memories as well as share some old.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Indeed! Love the pic, too.|
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|And sometimes the memories come without prompting or though. My wife dead heading into eight years and no thoughts of things long past are surfacing. The memories are only of the good times.
Your friend, Mark
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Yes they are especially the great ones.
Peace and Love
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|How true this is and for each and every individual it has the same nostalgic effect. Excellent expression, Annabel
|Reviewed by Clarence Prince
|Yes, memory and life they seemed to have walked together. A nice one, Annabel.|
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|A sweeet memory poem. I had to stop and think about this and realized that it is true, even the worse of memories can be a "gem" because remembering it leads to healing it.|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|You are brilliant with landscapes, Anna, and here you show us a reassuring view of the inner landscape.
|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|A close friend just lost his father. I am seeing how memories burst upon him- and they are so beautiful- it really means his father is not gone.
Thank you for sharing this gem!
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|A wonderful poem, Annabel! Now you have a new memory of meditating on the meaning and depth of "memories."
Richard's observation is true, but when unpleasant memories weigh us down, with God's help, we can re-focus our thoughts and rejoice in happier times.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Memories are certainly "impossible to tally." Memories are what make us who we are. Memory upon memory...whether real or imagined! Powerful stuff! Powerful write Annabel!
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Anna, I love this poem, though I would say that fortunate are those whose memories don't include one or two that cause moments of heavy heart from time to time.