My Memories and Me

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    My Memories and Me

    It’s late at night
    Shadows dance across the walls.
    The music playing softly
    My memories, I do recall.

    Mom it’s hard to believe
    It’s seven years now you’ve been gone.
    But here alone in the darkness
    Once again, we can talk until dawn.

    Me and my memories
    Like a couple of long lost friends.
    Comfort found together
    Time and space, they transcend.

    Ken it’s hard to believe
    That it’s been five long years.
    My heart smiles from the memories
    Of the laughter and the tears.

    My memories and me
    Like a dream in varying hues.
    Comfort me in the darkness
    They chase away the blues.

    Dad it’s hard to believe
    Three years have come and gone.
    Memories of being your son
    Make it seem, not so long.

    Me and my memories
    May I forever embrace.
    The times spent together
    In the shadow of God’s grace.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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