The simple image of a mason jar,
And memories that I hold so dear,
Fill my thoughts, with peace and love,
And chase away all my fear.
Singing songs with Grandma through the years,
Is a memory that will last,
Sitting on Grandpa’s loving lap,
Canning peaches from summers past.
Those memories of the past will always warm my heart,
When times get tough or I have traveled far,
From the comfort that I felt, or from the home I love.
All I have to do is choose a memory, from my mason jar.
I walk through fields of flowers with Grandpa
After driving in his car,
Then home again, with my treasures so bright
To place them in Grandma’s mason jar,