On the tip of my memory <br />of a time so distant <br />sitting at kitchen table <br />watching my mother. <br /> <br />She was cooking one of her <br />fine means, as she always did, <br />remembering how young <br />she was. <br /> <br />Miss those days of old <br />when we would just talk <br />of her telling me of her youth, <br />now I'm older than she was then. <br /> <br />All of this just on tip of <br />my memory, so long ago <br />as days go by, memory fading <br />away to days so distant. <br /> <br /> <br />(4-21-07)<br /><br />jim foulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tip-of-my-memory/
