What is it that makes us stop
What brings a memory back
Is it a smell or a passing face
Causing us to stop in our track.
Is it a face we long to see again
Maybe a chance to hold a hand
A gentle caress or a tender kiss
Blushing as we stop and stand.
The mind can call up memories
Images that feel as real as day
Giving us a chill or maybe a shiver
Thoughtful with nothing to say.
Let’s hope good outweigh the bad
That we smile more than we cry
That they make us remember
Not just pause to wonder why.