Written by Terry Davis

Tonight I miss my Mother and Father
Thinking of them in the past
Different moments of my youth
Vivid images cascading back into my visions
Melancholy, feeling deep love for that part of my life
Memories carrying me along
On the patio, sitting in chairs my Father made
Talking with them, having a family barbeque…
Watching TV in that small, intimate living room
Sitting at the kitchen table in the center of the house
Where we socialized, ate, talked and played games
Not much ever seemed to change there
They just seemed to get older
And then they were gone
One at a time they left our lives
Although unplanned, staged in a way to lessen our loss
Time healed me but the memories remain as strong as ever
We will keep on speaking their names.