The memories of you
playing on the beach
Come to my mind
as if within reach
The smell of sea
the soft white sand
And the quiet echoing
rythem of the band
As I passed around
your beloved lemon drops
Oh how I pray
this memory never stops!
Teresa Marie 11/5/11
What about God? 
🙂 nice poem terri. quite a contrast from the last one. enjoyed it none the less. a small favour though. im having a little trouble getting traffic on my blog. any chance you could maybe ask some of ur regulars to stop by for a visit? id be very grateful 🙂 thanks terri.
Yes, I will be happy to. I think I will do a post and suggest a few sites, including yours, for people to check out. Will that be okay? Also, are you using all of the options like digg, stumbleupon, reddit, google +1, ect.?
that’ll be awesome terri thanks 🙂 and yes i have activated the sharing option. and ive also linked my blog to my facebook and twitter account. but im sure u agree people on facebook dont really read that much. a few friends are regulars but not many. thanks for ur help terry 🙂
You are welcome! All those links are hit and miss. Most of my traffic comes from stumblers and my subscribers 🙂 You’ll get there ’cause your stories and poems are very good. It just takes time. I’ve been doing mine for almost a year now. PLB