I Thought I Heard a Memory

I thought I heard a memory.
It whisk by very fast.
I thought that they were out there, but
I knew not if they last.

My Dad had many memories.
I wonder where they are?.
He tried to tell me some of them
and I was just too far.

I now long for those words of his
I'll never hear again.
I long for all those silent times
that then seemed very thin.

He's gone now and his memories are
a space upon the wall.
Time has spread him all about;
a fate that waits us all.

The memories that my Dad had
Are lost to me for good;
I have my own to scatter
And call them when I would.


©4/20/1994 Steve Lunsford