There is not a day
That does go by
I don’t think of those passed on
A picture
A flower
A house
A tree
Oh yes bring memories on
I don’t know if just maybe, yes
Their thoughts are sent to me
To jog those memories that well up
Well up when things I see
Yes it may be their way to be sure
Be sure they are not forgot
I’d like to think that when they do
Those memories do come up
By ronald gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
