Someday when I see perfectly clearly
a feeling preserved forever
in some connection within my flesh and blood,
it’s a “crystal clear moment.”
Oh, bring these moments in a parade
to me when I am old and my newnesses slow to nothing.
Give me these happinesses to grin
absently at and speak to again across time.
When you see me some day my child
and you think I am sad and lonely
staring silently out the window
in my room, oblivious to today
I hope that I will be seeing so clearly
these crystal moments we share right now,
saving in some quiet recess to relive.
But let us make some memories right now,
so happy, gentle and so soft,
of sweet-smelling wildflowers, golden days and azure skies,
of moonlight, whippoorwills and fireflies.
And they will seep through the tough times,
when sad and troubling thoughts override.
I can store them up to remind me later,
Will you dear?
Jewell Johnson Mysteries by Andrea Wittwer 
Nice, recognizable thoughts (because I have them too).