( A bit of a Sonnet)
Now come the memories of yesteryear
teeming into my mind when sleep evades,
with pictures flowing all achingly clear
as voices echo down through the decades.
The images and sounds float all around
making the long night seem somehow unreal,
yet somewhere deep inside me I am bound
to find the solace my mind strives to feel.
I hear the long dead voice of my mother
crooning oh so softly against my mind.
Gently, sweetly sounding like no other
until at last the sleep I crave I find.
Dreaming now of happy laughing days passed
then slumber deepens into peace at last.