Who Will Tell My Story

I was sitting down thinking the other day About the stories in my head that don’t go away And I wonder who will tell them when I’m gone They’ll be lost with no one to hear the melody of their song My first kiss from one I love And how it fitted like a glove The smell of my babies when first born When love for them is never worn The first days doing what I loved Some days needing some guidance from above Each day when the sun shined And the grey times when the tears falling were mine Some things I’ll keep to myself For the emotions come back to rob happiness and health The purity of my reminiscing makes me glad Even those hard memories that sometimes make me sad. © Paul Warren Poetry