The Poem Memories of You - By Alan Pemberton I had a drifting mood today It stirred a thought or two; My mind went back to happy days To memories of you; Our lives are like a tapestry With two distinctive sides; The front a perfect picture The back our secret hides; Our memories are built like this Some are clear and real; Others travel in and out With no specific feel; Life's phases too are tapestries With textures of their own; Some we love and some we hate From all of them we've grown; We gather wisdom from our pains From torment we grow strong; Our spirit nurtured by mistakes Still fated travels on; Perhaps one thing which stays the same And will forever more; Is the love we hold for another soul The people we adore; So I had a drifting mood today It stirred a thought or two; My mind went back to happy days To memories of you;