Memories of My Youth
The quiet sound of dear old mum
Rocking gently in her old rocking chair
Perspiring from the summer heat
Watching the few neighbours pass by
On their way back from the day's labour
Sweating in the fields in the burning sun
Very few autos in these days
Memories of resting on mom's breast
The smell of lilacs embrace me
Humming the tunes from times gone by
Memories will be with me forever
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