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.
With Allie singing round the place
Gracing the stairs as I say my prayers
Letting the sun start from her face...
The treasures of time are loaded on my back
What a welcome burden! Memories alone
Would be a lottery win...
