Weary Memory
Found your mittens behind a box of picturesYou would wear them before I brewed the teaThat's one memory I can easily conjureWeary memory I can always see
Found your rosary broken into piecesEvery night by the bed you'd kiss the beadsThose are moments that I can always reliveWeary memories I can always see
Found a photo of you when we were marriedLeaning back on a broken willow treeThat's one memory that I choose to carryWeary memory I can always see