Weary Memory

found your mittens behind a box of pictures

you would wear them before i brewed the tea

that's one memory i can easily conjure

a weary memory i can always see



found your rosary broken into pieces

every night, by the bed, you'd kiss the beads

those are moments that i can always relive

weary memories i can always see



found a photo of you when we were married

leaning back on a broken willow tree

that's one memory that i choose to carry

a weary memory i can always see