We put away the old photographs
Of their young and smiling faces;
But, keep them in the album of our heart.
That’s where their rightful place is.
It just doesn’t seem right to give away,
What it took a lifetime to collect.
But, they’d be glad they’re still of use;
Not consigned to attic dust and neglect.
And when these things find their new home,
They’ll be your memories on display.
“That belonged to my Great–Grandmother,”
Is what the possessor can smile and say.
I am very proud to be able to say
That I have things like that myself;
And, even though I miss their owners
They sit as precious memories on my shelf.
That’s when I pause and remember
I hold the real treasures in my heart.
Of all the loving, happy memories;
Which of my life were such a part.
And rest my mind that Heaven’s their home,
Where soon we will meet again.
And all those things will be left behind.
We’ll not even think about them then.
"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. (1) In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. (2) And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."
Marjorie A. Younce