I rested my cares on your heart oft times,
When I was young and when I was old.
I try to remember you in my rhymes:
Your face and the warmth in your arms’ hold.
You were my Lady of Mercy, my strength;
You were my red when I was in blue;
My story-listener – for any length;
You were my love – by just being you!
I thought childhood died as you passed away,
For each innocent mem’ry is linked to you;
But mem’ry retains, despite time’s dark sway,
Innocent past can’t die by lessons new!
I remember your face, the past is here,
And though you are out of reach, you are near.