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