Sing to me of my youth:
when I was able to frolic through the day,
when all was an adventure
waiting to be revealed
Whisper to me of the joys of life:
when the land and nature was pure,
when I could blossom with dawn’s breaking,
waiting for the new, joyful moment
Lull me with your soulful eyes:
a kindness that prevails,
a memory not forgotten.
Then I will greet that which will come.
Above all, remember me as I was:
living my life with enjoyment
wasting not a moment given me
Your memories will keep me alive.
I saw these visions in the eyes of my mother’s photo.
© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, May 2005