Today your memory is like a heavy cloak. It wraps itself around me and carries me away. I can almost see you, and hear you in the wind. But, alas its only memory, and I must begin again. I can't help but wonder, who you'd be today, I have no answer, just like I don't know why you had to go, and I alone had to stay. I have a few little toy trucks, a hand made card or two, and memories of how I felt when you'd whisper "Mom, I love you." Sometimes, I sing the old songs, you use to ask me to sing, and I dance around the kitchen, with a boy no one else can see. But I know it's only memory, the vale I can not part, Only here you still live in the shadow of my heart.
