Keepsakes Are A Special Kind

My old wind up phonograph

Sits in the corner alone

Back when it was popular

Those days are now gone.

Memories of the family

Selecting records to play

Our special times together

At the end of each day.

Other memories are in the attic

Where my Philco radio is stored

I smile each time I remember

How hard it was to afford.

Keepsakes are a special kind

Filled with memories we retain

Their values cam't be replaced

Nor will they ever wane.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000