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There's
a place called "Memory Ridge"
that
I remember well.
The
name fits so perfectly,
for
me, it cast a spell.
Memories
of a love I found,
so
perfect and so pure.
Oh,
God, please let it be,
I'll
see him there once more.
'Twas
there I felt his warm embrace,
so
gentle and so kind.
Those
memories never will erase,
for
they're etched within my mind.
The
tree we tied a ribbon to,
remind
me once again,
how
love developed instantly,
and
always will remain.
The
beauty of the mountains there,
to
God, we felt so near.
We
watched the million stars at night,
as
soon as they appeared.
I
dream about this awesome place,
that
only God could make.
Please
let this love return to me,
tomorrow,
when I awake.
~Author~
Ruth
Ann Mahaffey
ŠAugust
24, 2003
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