They bring you smiles,
even when you are worn and weary,
from life’s incessant rigour;
laughter amidst distressing hours.
They are your sunshine
breaking through the shrouds of dark clouds;
a treasure trove of reminiscences past
to cherish when you are ripened souls.
They bring you love,
and teach you a thing or two of life;
bring you hope
for a ‘morrow that is beyond your grasp.
And though they are yours,
they belong not to you;
for they are the bearers