Who Will Tell My Story Poem by Paul Warren

I was sitting down thinking the other day
About the stories in my head that don't go away
And I wonder who will tell them when I'm gone
They'll be lost with no one to hear the melody of their song

My first kiss from one I love
And how it fitted like a glove
The smell of my babies when first born
When love for them is never worn

The first days doing what I loved
Some days needing some guidance from above
Each day when the sun shined
And the grey times when the tears falling were mine

Some things I'll keep to myself
For the emotions come back to rob happiness and health
The purity of my reminiscing makes me glad
Even those hard memories that sometimes make me sad.

© Paul Warren Poetry