Where does it all go?
All those memories of sneaking out
And watching your weight?
Of your husband going
Off to a world war?
Those memories
Of loving him?
Of him dying?
What about those memories
Of being all alone, and
Growing old alone?
What about the memory
Of your favorite great grand daughter
Who ÿöü always complimented
On how beautiful they were?
What of her?
What about all the things
She wanted to tell you....
She wanted to confess
And she wanted to confide
But she never did.
And you are gone,
The memories around here
Somewhere.