By Bobby Lynn Long
While it's true, we all have memories, have you ever wondered why-
Some memories are like a breeze, but some others just won't die.
There's memories of good times, and some that weren't so good
Memories of the times we've fell, and of the times we've stood.
Some memories can make our heart race, with the freedom of the sky
Some can make us laugh, while others make us cry
And it seems we can't pick and choose the ones we want to keep
They're tucked away inside our mind where memories run deep.
And we all have special memories, ones that we hold dear.
Of a special person, place, or event, that made us laugh or eased our fear.
And I have a special memory of a person that I knew.
Who loved me unconditionally and cared about the things I'd do.
This special person was my mother, and `tho her body's gone.
Her spirits with me always, like the words of a song.
And like a song, she'll live forever, locked away in my memory.
Her smiling face, her easy grace, and her spirit that's now set free.
And like a song that has an ending, but we sing again and again.
Or a story that we read and re-read, even tho we know the end.
Her memory is no less beautiful, even `tho now she is gone.
She's now listening and waiting, with the angels, in her eternal home
Copyright ©2000 Bobby Long
