Bring me a dated memory.
Find me a mirror.
Let me reflect on the things I have done.
Some right, some wrong.
Let me take my children, hold them in my arms.
Tell them that I love them.
Let them tell me that they love me back.
It's every mothers dream.

Let the sun beat down, hard upon my back.
Reminding me to wear a hat.
To protect my memories.
The ones that are captured under my hair.
As well as my skin.
My skin isn't thick, it's rather fragile.
Another memory is the time; that time.
The moment that, he put in his hands and cupped at my heart.
He didn't give it back you see.
I cannot love another, I believe.
So like a flowing river, I run well and truly free!
(c) Livvi