Things which are dear to us

We have a lot of things
At home and at work
And each thing something means
Let’s have a little talk.
 
What for we need and keep them?
Who knows?-Only we
They bring us joy and happiness
And is that all? May be…
 
But some of them keep mystery,
The sadness and the grief
We look at them with heavy heart
In only good believe.
 
Some things have been presented
And others simply bought.
But each of them contains
The pleasant hint or thought.
 
You touch a little photo
That’s standing on your desk.
Remember happy minutes
With roses and the mask?
 
That evening was the loveliest
You ever had in life.
He seemed to be a hero
And now you are his wife.
 
And this unsightly statue
That Granny gave to you.
Steel keeps the warmth and tenderness
And all her love you knew.
 
Such things we call the dearest
We never part with them.
They live in us, in memory.
They’ll be with us till end.
 
If you are lonely, dreary
Clasp one of things to heart.
The pain will soon be over
You’ll feel that this thing is your part.

Don’t make yourself forget
The most wonderful things
They always are with you
They are your little links.
 
With a woman or a man
With a place or with a day
These things are very dear,
They are in me, you say.