Hands down the centuries reach out to their relatives,

I on the threshold of a new millennium gather in my own harvest.

Seeds of lost generations speak out.

I stand on the edge of this new millennium,

Look upwards, to the future with hope.

I remember memories of 'self'.

I speak of actions shared with others,

Watching, learning, thinking, storing knowledge.

Yes! I remember! I remember.

I remember senses - awakened.

I remember tears of joy, tears of fear.

I remember life, and living it.

I remember hope, and sharing it.

I remember love, and giving it.

I remember memories, and losing them.

I remember dream times.

Yes! I remember is 'forever now' packaged,

To be unwrapped in future times, by other minds.

Others plant future seeds - new generations grow,

They too will investigate their past.

So with hands reaching out, I welcome the millennium,

Let's give them positive memories to look back to.

Let hope overcome fear.

Let love conquer hate.

Let joy rule over sadness.

Mrs P Tebay,

Albert Road,

Farnworth.

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