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

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

Weary memory I can always see