Precious Memories
The Things We Hold Dear
Oh, the things we hold so dear,
Those trinkets that bring us such cheer —
A tattered bear, a shell so fine,
These precious gems, our hearts enshrine.
That keychain, a gift from a friend,
A sentimental bond that will never end.
We clutch them tight, like a security blanket,
Refusing to let these treasures be yanked.
They may seem silly, even quite dumb,
But to us, they’re worth more than a sum.
A comfort in times of stress and strife,
These little things, they brighten our life.
So let us cherish these baubles with glee,
For they’re the anchors that keep us carefree.
A hug from a bear, a shell’s gentle caress,
These precious things, our hearts forever possess.