'A Place Called Memory Lane' Poem by Linda Winchell

There's a place I travel more these days
It's called, Memory Lane.
Visiting all the times, of memories stored
and reliving them over in my mind again.

It doesn't take much to trigger one up
they just seem to come at will.
Of places times and old forgotten faces
but my memory, remembers them clearly still.

The times my Mother hugged me
or the times she swatted my backside.
Of memories some painfull, but yet
they're those gaps of lifes, in-between filling lines.

They take you to some far off vision
of what you thought was forgot.
But believe me when I tell you friend
they are just unraveling memories knots.

They'll hit you when least expected
like a wave rushing up to shore.
And then hang on, your in for the ride of your life!
Because here comes one memory more!

I never had these when I was young
because I think I was just making them.
I now love to go drive down memory lane
and then, drive back up again!