tell me of a memory

so, when they slide from your grasp

forever - they will be held in mine

tell me stories of a young boy,

of a childhood lullaby

of how the sun felt that summer you thought would never end

of days spent laughing

tell me of a mother's love -

of adventure

of peace

of pain

tell me your worries

tell me your hopes

tell me of words left unsaid

tell me of silent hands clasped

let me know your soul

let me cradle your memories

let me remember you when you begin to forget

let me carry you as you've carried me -

keep you just a little longer

so, when your mind lets you down

when your memories fade

when the path through the copse is foggy -

forever I will hold them 'til time takes me too

then we'll meet in the shade

and I will give them back to you.