found your mittens behind a box of pictures
you would wear them before i brewed the tea
that's one memory i can easily conjure
a weary memory i can always see

found your rosary broken into pieces
every night, by the bed, you'd kiss the beads
those are moments that i can always relive
weary memories i can always see

found a photo of you when we were married
leaning back on a broken willow tree
that's one memory that i choose to carry
a weary memory i can always see