Just A Memory

Just a Memory

I sat upon a rocking chair some years before,

When I was different no impressions to score.

And thought of where life might take us all,

Far from the valley’s comfort and things that I saw.

Green meadows and majestic mountains sky-high tall,

Babbling streams filled with mysteries making their call.

Sunny mornings and hot afternoons to be discovered,

Until Mother’s call brought us home, then into bed quilts covered.

Seasons passed, the lazy sun died earlier each day,

Preparing for winter’s slumber trees leaves that decay.

It was a time of passage from tender years of yore,

Into a place that now simply exists but not like before.

Fingers of ice inscribe messages on frozen pane,

Those windows into trapped worlds in my brain.

With each flocking did winter become more shocking,

Sequestering away each moment like ships docking.

It was a time more important than any since,

When life was precious and days long spent.

I’m told it’s time to let it all go and forget the suspense,

But that would be grievous and selfish requiring recompense.

To forget where I’ve come from, coal camps galore,

Would be like removing my heart a laborious chore.

For no matter how hard the world has pushed me,

My roots are planted within my memories can’t you see.

So move on with your life such as it is,

With hustle and bustle and simple ad-libs.

For genuine love and compassion, that remains,

A fount of love and memories for all to reclaim.