DISTANT MEMORIES:

I remember my Grand-mama´s lilac perfume,

And my Grandpa´s banjo, strumming sweet tune,

I remember my Mama & her gentle soft hand,

And my dear Papa, I recall, once toiling the land,

I remember too, the man who made me his wife,

And the child I once birthed, who gave me new life,

I remember them all, with great love & affection,

Yet looking at life, through hazy mirrored reflection,

Past the distant horizons, of my lost memory´s sea,

The only one I don´t recall, is the person called me.