Old Things are More Beautiful

(Clay Harrison)

Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.

Old photographs in albums,
love letters tied with lace
Recapture those old feelings
that new ones can’t replace.

Baby shoes, a Teddy bear,
a ring that grandma wore,
Are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked “Nevermore”.

Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day-by-day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.

Lost Memories

(G. Fletcher)

The camera is carefully purchased,
recording first steps,
new puppies,
Christmas ribbons,
a toothless grin,
the Grand Canyon at dusk;
last-ever chance and
first opportunity;
focusing a moment in time
on which to hang our
(We don’t count the cost of film and developers.)

But wait – which shoe box holds
our middle child’s 16th birthday?
Why is yellow staining the
fourth-grade smile,
the many-hued honeymoon sunset of
ten years ago dissolving
into streaks of red?
And who is this lady looking at
us so solemnly from her fur –
topped flapper costume?
(Have we built our mountains of remembrances on foundations of sand?)

Every other memory

She said I bet you don’t remember me

And I said only every other memory

~ Tim McGraw


(Amy Grant)

Up in the attic
Down on my knees
Lifetimes of boxes
Timeless to me.
Letter and photographs
Yellowed with years
Some bringing laughter
Some bringing tears.

Time never changes
The memories, the faces
Of loved ones, who bring to me
All that I come from
And all that I live for
And all that I’m going to be.
My precious family
Is more than an heirloom to me.


“We do not remember days; we remember moments.”

Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand