AGES OF MEMORIES

Sitting by the fireplace
her heart all aglow
as she slowly turns the pages
of the memories she knows

there she is at one
in a dress of satin red
with pretty little bonnet
tied upon her dainty head

here she is at ten
with dolly and her dad
her mother was so happy
times were never sad

here again at twenty
and never been kissed
she's holding out for love
not caring what she missed

there she is at forty
a husband and three kids
loving each one special
for the many things they did

now alone at eighty
her life is almost done
are there any regrets?
no, she has not a one

closing up the album
of memories she keeps
she gently drifts away
into a never-ending sleep