"I remember everything" - John Prine

Ah, memory, my elusive friend; where have you skipped off to—
Are you back in a tiny home,
By a riverfront, alive with life,
Where excitement tapped on your window,
And brought you an invitation
To a day filled with possibilities?

Are you visiting with dad,
On a sparkling Winter morning,
Watching him don his awesome speed skates,
Then heading out to fly!
Our own Hans Brinker,
Taking a break from
Supporting his family;
The sun greeting him,
The cold breeze bringing tears to his eyes;
With fresh snow falling around him,
A sense of freedom warming his heart,
Across the ice he speeds,
Keeping a rhythmic pace,
Left arm tucked behind his back,
A huge smile lighting up his face!

Watching as that feeling of peace overtakes him,
Are you too, flying along
Over the ice-covered river?
Have you noticed that you are not alone—
That a little child has been following you,
Trying to catch up,
Moving closer, with every magical stride,
Tapping you on the shoulder,
Inviting you to reach your arm back,
To take his hand—
Your inner child
Only waits for you to
drop your heavy shoes,
don your skates,
To join him, and to fly!
Edie Batstone