Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
Oh, long the day you are not near!
Though there’s no cloud the sun is dim
How long the day where you’re not here...
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
