Tiny, precious pieces
of the years I've left behind
Are woven in my memories
and scattered throughout time.

I was a simple country girl
raised on a family farm,
Surrounded by my family's love,
never fearing worldly harm.

Mornings were bright and beautiful,
as each new day was born.
Each day was filled with nature's splendor
and a purpose all its own.

Our work was done in harmony,
our meals began with grace.
Little did I realize how much
I'd miss this time and place.

This time of youth and innocence,
this place of overwhelming joy.
A perfect place to grow up.
as a happy girl or boy.

But evenings come and mornings come
and days turn into years.
Years of sad and happy days...
of laughter and of tears.

In the darkended corners of my mind
these memories remain
Of marriage, babies and divorce...
of love and joy and pain.

My failed first marriage is my shame
that I will carry throughout life.
But my success as their mother far outweighs
my failure as his wife.

The lasting rewards of motherhood
are worth those years of pain.
And once the hurt subsided,
my strength shone through again.

Another marriage followed
and this one seems destined to last.
These happy memories scattered throughout time,
are a shining tribute to my past.

My babies from the seventies
are not children any more.
They are the stairway to my future
and my pathway through time's door.

My grandchildren are my special reward
for a life lived well and right.
They connect me to my past
and keep my future full and bright.

I miss my mother dearly.
She's been gone for sixteen years.
But I have a treasure of memories
of that time when she was here.

Golden memories of my childhood
and her gentle, loving ways.
Of a simple life of innocence
and of fun-filled childhood days.

My brothers and my sisters
who shared those magical times with me
Are no longer here by my side every day,
the way they used to be.

But scattered throughout time,
are those precious hours, one and all.
And those memories come floding back again,
Whenever I choose to recall.

We never lose time... or use it up...
or waste it in our youth.
It's stored in our memories and locked deep in our hearts,
to help us recall our truth.