Memories

The words that I write,
They come from the heart.
They heal and repair
That which was torn apart.
The hurt and the pain,
The sadness and fears.
The lonliness
Felt over the years.
I was broken and torn,
I was afraid and alone.
Walking the streets
With no friend or home.
But those are just memories.
Thats not me anymore.
Things are much better.
Not like before.
Now Im a mommy,
A wife and a friend.
Just like Job,
I was blessed in the end.
I am so grateful for memories.
I can make ones that are new.
These memories are special,
Because they include you.