Garden of memories,
So long ago,
A child among roses,
Grass cool on the toes.
Young once upon a time,
World was still new,
Were there cares then,
Who really knew?
A train brought us,
I saw buildings below,
Terraced the verdant eaves,
Quiet the hill top.
Sisters walk together,
Mom and dad stand by,
Curious to recall them now,
Reds and whites, some golden hues.
Now I stand with a child,
Walking the same paths,
His mother is laughing with us,
Will he recall when these days are gone by?
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