Stream of Memories

Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss Where are the ones my heart is longing for I ache within for those whom I adore Where are the ones that I have loved and lost the ones I tried to keep at painful cost Where are the ones who hold a piece of me All silent now, a part of history Alone, I sit while thoughts of them now plead to come to life, to breathe, and to be freed As I succumb to time who's gentle, kind I see them all again; sweet trick of mind The ones who loved me not, now love again my mind brings mem'ries bright of where and when and once again the sweetened words I taste of friends and loved ones gone without a trace I see my mother praying while in bed She lives once more, not lying with the dead I hear her whisper words of truth and grace My trembling fingers trace her Angel face* And then my daughter ‘s hand is safe in mine She’s back at home and everything is fine We spend the night in laughter and delight I need not worry where she is tonight* My loved ones are around me, not abroad The ache that pains my heart is healed by God For though I miss the ones my heart holds dear This stream of mem'ries brings each loved one near *My mother's name was Angel. She passed away on March 19, 2000. She had Multiple Sclerosis which kept her from kneeling beside her bed for her prayers. She would sit up in bed and pray for each one of her children. *My daughter is studying in Hungary, and I miss her terribly Eileen Manassian