The Re-Remembered

The re-membered Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand taken by the high tide drifting away but at low ebb glitter on the lonely strand. Speak to my memory as seen in a child`s eye when my mother was young and danced had laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes. Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams when life was lovely, and summers were long, hold on to your vision of yore till your life ends. Speak to me a memory of your time as a seaman when life was often sad, but books made you sane in every port a letter from your mother.