Looking back at the past,

I know that only memories last.


I meet someone on which I rely,

And, then, they move, change or die,

Leaving me alone to cry

And question God for reasons why

Life can give me such a blast?


Memories are what get me through.

They help me learn just what to do

To deal with circumstances new

With ever-changing points of view

In a world that’s moving very fast.

As time goes on, I meet another.

It can be a friend or even a lover.

And from the relationship I discover

That I must learn from sister and brother

In the present or the past.


Memories are what get me through.

They remind me of dear friends like you.


© Lynnette Schuepbach, October 29, 1992