
A tender reflection on the people who shape our lives — parents, a loving wife, and a devoted daughter — each held forever in a special place of memory and gratitude.
A song about love that grows deeper with time.


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Pocket of My Heart
© Jim Molinelli
[Verse]
I still smile at the memories, the silly and profound,
My parents' loving oversight, treating us like fertile ground.
Through clouds and through sunshine, they showed us the way,
Values sewn with threads of gold, in every word they’d say.
They helped me to be stronger, to rise up and stand apart,
I keep all their love and lessons...
...in the pocket of my heart.
[Chorus]
The pocket of my heart is a truly special place,
For a cherished moment, or a most beloved face,
It holds my dearest memories, and the joy those impart,
And that’s why my parents live...
...in the pocket of my heart.
[verse]
We first met at the driving range, then drinks and conversations,
Her heart is huge, her smile sublime, love is her motivation.
Our road may twist and turn a bit, but it is filled with laughter,
But regardless where we go, She's my happy ever after.
She gives with everything she has, her caring's off the charts,
So I keep her loving image...
...in the pocket of my heart.
[Chorus]
The pocket of my heart is a truly special place,
For a cherished moment, or a most beloved face,
It holds my dearest memories, and the joy those impart,
And that’s why my wife resides...
...in the pocket of my heart.
[solo]
[Verse]
I recall the day that she was born, I held her in my hands,
A writer? Artist? Executive, Dad already making plans
But her heart was set on service, so after graduation,
She teaches special children with much love and dedication.
Perhaps she'll have a family, perhaps she'll never start,
Either way I'll keep her smile...
...in the pocket of my heart.
[Chorus]
The pocket of my heart is a truly special place,
For a cherished moment, or a most beloved face,
It holds my dearest memories, and the joy those impart,
And that’s why my daughter lives...
...in the pocket of my heart.