Softly tread my memories, along pathways of
past time,
Tiptoeing down the hallways, of years in my
old mind,
Echoes of lost childhood play, within my
fusty head,
Tucked away in dreams, that come out to
play in bed.
Gently sway sweet memories, in my lullabies
of old,
Cooing to my milky breast, my babe with head
of gold,
Whispers of lost motherhood, fluttering in my
heart,
Soft as wings of butterflies, so very cruelly
torn apart.
Tenderly caress my memories, in finger-tracing
lines,
The touching your dear face, in younger loving
times,
Nuance of your breathing, softly lingers on
dawn´s dew,
All soon to be earth´s memories, as I´m on my
way to you.
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