A poem I have written for my dear wife Laurette. Walking with Memories With every breath and step I take, memories comes to mind Of people, places, events and faces and then I always find One memory comes shining through, a face in a flower A heaven in a bloom, a smile in my memory, a voice in the air My hand reaches out and you are there. …and you are there. Another step on the path, there's a sign I've seen To the land that once might have been Hold those memories that fit the dream Cherish the times that have really been And Walk to the sea, climb to the hills To the beach beyond, I know how it feels. There’s a face in my memory, a voice in the air My hand reaches out and you are there. Then I close my eyes to find a sweet dream And visit that land that might have been. . . . . that might have been I dream of a land that lies ahead It's in my mind, in my head Love is real is this changing scene I know that land is not a dream As I walk to the sea, climb to the hills To the beach beyond, I know how it feels There's a face in my memory, a voice in the air My hand reaches out and you are there. . . . you are there.