Yesterday light strings..
I strum them with memory glow..
Rememberence of her smile..
To yesterday I go..

Grasses so green..
So cool to my bare feet..
I race my little brother..
Around my grandmothers house in the late spring..

Under bridges, Along the creek bed..
Countless ghost hear voices..
Boys fishing and swiming..
Riding bikes down the hill screaming..

Beautiful fun spirit..
Alive and strong..
Memories of color..
Memories of voices and song..