Her Memories

She used to read me stories upon her bed

And tell me tales I’ve never heard

She made up stories that made me laugh

And taught me lessons she had learned.

I didn’t know, then, they were her stories

The characters, people in her life

She shared her memories both good and bad

Those things she said upon her bed.

She told me ways she used to live

Her pictures were inside my head

I heard the voices in her stories

And turned the pages in my mind.

And when I grew up and made my own life

I repeated the things you said upon your bed

Your stories and characters became my heritage; for, your memories were a part of me.

And even now when you we visit, I’m reminded of your greatest stories - those memories.

They were never just to entertain me,

but to help me hold onto the memories

Those things that once filled your head, but now slowly diminishing

They’ll never fade; for, I make you this promise

Although you may one day forget your memories

I’ll tell your story, remembering all those things that filled your head

The things you shared with me upon your bed.

And now as I have my own babies, I’ll sit upon my bed

And tell your tales and your stories and share with them your memories.