Memories

Written by: Richard Moriarty

Life is full of memories/
of times past/ and present/
times from my childhood/
of running in the rain/ crying/
because the raindrops were hitting me on the head/
and my mother calling to me/
I'm here/ don't cry/ it's all right.
Children chasing butterflies/ and playing
ball in the neighbor's field.
Watching the sunrise/ and the stars telling
me to have a good day/ just before they went
away.
Walking down a path at a summer camp/fishing in 
a favorite spot/and catching a bass that I'm still
talking about.
Building a raft with a best friend/ cutting trees and 
logs/ and floating them in a warm summer breeze.
Walking in the moonlight with a first girl friend/ and experiencing
our first warm kiss.
Holding hands and dreaming dreams/and walking barefoot down a dusty
road/kicking up dust/and feeling it sifting through bare toes.
Seeing a first born child/holding it tight in my arms/
looking into its eyes/ and seeing it smile back.
Hearing a child ask/ 'what are moonbeams, and where do they go?'/
Holding a child as it goes to sleep in my arms/
knowing that the world is all right/because daddy is near/
and there is nothing to fear.
Memories are mine/and wonderful to share/
as time races on/and grandchildren gather in my arms/
Watching them chase butterflies/and ask about moonbeams/
and rainbows/and catch a first fish/and tell me/.....
......I love you big daddy.