Memories about all thats left,
can't see and barely hear.
Yet, I can handle all of that,
My memories are still here.

I see Mom out with her flowers,
Dad working in the yard.
See them in Church on Sunday,
their praying to our Lord.

Dad dressed in his Sunday suit,
Mom, in her little pill box hat.
Seeing doesn't mean so much,
with such memories as that.

Some great sisters an brothers,
Wow, the fun that we had.
Weekdays familys did ourr thing,
weekends for Mom an Dad.

Memories when I was a young boy,
and even my very first date.
Also how I tried to look just right,
and yet not wanting to be late.
Memories of when I met my wife,
never forget that special day.
I looked into her big brown eyes,
then she stole my heart away.

Also memories of my Children.
each one has a special place.
And the smiles they give to me,
each time I see their face.

They will always be in our hearts,
although I may never see.
Still they will be with me forever,
can't take my memories.

Author
Walt Chapman
5/15/05