Happy Memories
You are the smell of warm, homemade bread coming out of the oven.
You are the bright sun on a warm July’s day.
You are as soft as a pink feather pillow on my bed as I dream.
You are the feeling of waking up on Christmas morning, to all your family merry.
You are the taste of a soft, light, ice-cream on a summers day.
You are happy memories, smiling and laughing.
You are the end of winter, welcoming in spring happily.
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