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.
It’s still, the branches lightly swaying
Light grey sky, clouds scarcely stir
I’m feeling good you might infer...
I feel my life blessed by your love
I sit here in a radiant sun
Reminded of you, warmth above...
