A sort of Story- revised

I remember so clearly, so long so dearly, so many years ago. A story a token, a glass I'd once droped and got broken a faded time age long ago.

My mother once told, from memories of of old, of happier times long past, I think on it now, I remember it how, even tho' I was too young to know.

She always found time, to laugh and not cry, no matter how hard, to sing of things, of whatever life brings, my mother my friend ,so dear to my heart, a joy, memory i will treasures.

I miss her so truly, she could be unruly, her tales spun like gossamer lace, thoughts so sweet, ever so clear, of living in this place. As a child I would sit and wonder for it, the marvelous stories she told. Stories I remember and share till I am ever, so old to remember. SHow she made it all better, with the stories and chatter, a lively spun tale of the past, of butterfly wings, and all sorts of things ,and the joy a simple life brings.

My father I'm told was big, strong and bold, and of him I don't remember, and tho' he was bold, was kind, was great and here he did not stay long. Always bearing a gift, loving smile, kiss, gone from this world way too soon, a wonderful tale I always was given, a wonderful thought that will never be lost, I don't remember but was told.

I seem to age with each passing day, the loneliness grows more and more, alone in a crowd no matter how loud, the loneliness a mawing gap, it grows more and more, and knocks at my door, and I pray and I pray to keep it away, no more.
I wish I could stay, in times long gone, set in beautiful times past, and restful days, a sleepy haze, memories set in I last.

In retrospect I've seemed to neglect, a chore or two I fear, it gets worse and worse every year. The longer I wait, If I pause too to long, I will miss a verse of a song, in a vapor it all disappears.

Oh how long for, & miss those long bygone days, my past a happy daze, the farther away it seems to me, gone the days of my youthful past, those days it seemed, longed for in my dreams, days that are truly gone and past.

Years have gone by and I sit and sigh, I miss my long lost youth, and yet I am told that I am not too old and many a year I have left. But I left my joy like a broked toy, twas never meant to last. A memory left in me so long ago, of chances I left a stolen request.

So far away and yet so dear, I miss them all, so cloudy, so clear, I fear they all fade away. To be left alone with no one at home, no one to share with dear.

Life passes me by and all I do is cry, for what I had in the past. Yet the memories yet remain, all of the joy, the pleasure, the pain. the joy is what I hold dear.

My brother, my sister, all whom I miss, dear in my heart, a page in my life. Yeah I loved them all, I wish them here, in life right now, but alas they are gone they didin't stay long, the things they taught, and what I ought, i remember it all, what else can I do. So lonely, I loved them too.

I have to let go, stand up and to walk, the leave behind, all the is left, till we meet again, in heaven that land, no beging no end, so near yet so far away.

I hope I make sense, no more no less, the story goes on, the love carries on. A faint fragrant flower growing in power. A flavor, never having been spent, a long letter stamped.

Mother she said, there is always love to spare, always more room, for love to grow & bloom, for a friend, or family, or foe, love it seems to increase, to grow, on & on, to never live for the sorrow, the hope for tommorrow, the fears, the tears, the Joy through the years, & that it makes us content.................................