Memory builds a little pathway,
That goes winding through my heart.
It's a lovely, quiet, gentle trail
From other things apart.

I only meet when traveling there
The folks I like the best
For this road I call remembrance,
Is hidden from the rest.

But I hope I'll always find you
In my memory rendezvous.
For I keep this little secret place
To meet with folks like you.

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

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