the future is nothing
it's the past that lives for me
as real as today it lives
the past when I was young
and my little boys were so sweet
with big blue eyes
and rosy cheeks
my angels my own
my three little boys
I remember trips to the cabin
and swims in the lake
cooking out and roasting marshmallows
hide and seek in the woods
lots of laughter and giggles
oh times were sweet
when they were young
now they are men on their own
and need me not
I miss those days
I miss the past
the kisses and hugs and long curly hair
all gone to grownup things
the past is forgotten
but lives
in my memory alone
forgotten by all but me