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Treasures We Own © Stacey Smith When my hand is wrinkled so, it's you that I will still want you know. As my hair turns silver and gray remember me as I was yesterday. My long red hair blowing in the breeze, we loved each other with ease. Now in the park your hand I hold, you keep me warm as it turns cold. We sit on a bench and feed the birds, not a single word needs to be heard. Remembrances of years gone by, we both smile...we both sigh. Remembering our first glance, and for hours how we danced. The flowers you gave to me for no reason, and the little things you did every season, made me a believer in true love. The kind that's been blessed from above. Our children have grown and left our