Weary Memory

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