Old Age

As I get older
My independence goes
My thinking declines
I afternoon doze
My friends depart
I’m left alone
My hearing fails
I can’t hear the phone
BUT
God has given
A good thing to me
I have lots & lots in my memory
In my mind I can see
Days long ago when I was young
Full of life/Not so slow
People & places, so many faces
Colleagues, friends, family
All so clear in my memory
So
I thank the Lord
That He had this idea
A retreat for the mind
That would bring very near
So many sweet moments
For me to hold dear.

Ruth Jessup

Memories

However far I move away
Hidden treasures that will always stay
Are my memories from long ago.
I can never lose or leave them behind
Because they are safely held on my mind.
As I enjoy each recollection
That help me move on in a new direction
I’ll be grateful for this wonderful gift
That helps me and gives my spirit a lift.

Ruth Jessup

Hiding Memories

My mind is full of memories
Some good but others quite bad
They all are jostling in my head
The happy and the sad.

Now I have just decided
Happy memories will have first place
Then all the bad will be hidden
Only occasionally showing their face.

Ruth Jessup

Lasting Memories

When your heart’s gone past the broken stage
And feels all shriveled and dry
When your mind’s gone past the questioning stage
All the what-ifs, when, how and why
It is then you will find I am still with you
Because memories built over many years
Can never, ever, be washed away
By the outpouring of so many tears
Then gradually as time passes by
Present deep pain will fade away
But all the memories formed in the past
Will sustain you for they will stay.

Ruth Jessup

Fading Memories

Each day as I’m getting older
My memory’s becoming poorer
I am finding I cannot remember
All the things we did together.

Even the happiest times we spent
Are fading very fast
I am struggling to remember clearly
Everything that’s way in the past.

Yet the feelings I have in my heart
Are today as strong as ever
The strength of the bond of love we had
I know will be broken never.

Of the senses I use to remember
I think the most I important is that of touch
The special hugs you gave me
And I miss your hand in mine so much.

Yet the one I really cherish the most
Is the sound of your voice in my ear
Telling me how much you love me
I’ll never let your voice disappear.

Holding these memories I will live my life
As I’m sure you would want me to
Knowing all your love that I hold in my heart
Will sustain, inspire me, and see me through.

Ruth Jessup