Memory movies Little flickers of thought Of what happened before About the fish we caught When Dad and I, together Went by ourselves to a stream. We spent the day together It feels rather like a dream.
Memory moments Of wonders I have seen And what they have become And what they came to mean. Suddenly recalling back then Someone I had totally forgot. Some people stay friends But sometimes others do not.
Memory music Seemed to choreograph time. There were songs playing then And in a way, they kept time; The drumbeat to life’s march, We kept right up with the beat. It went with us everywhere, then In our school, home and the street.
Memory maybe But it’s part of who I’ve become Today compared to yesterday Some things are better, and some Are never going to top them Those days of bright discovery. So, I let those memory movies, When they show up, come cover me.