Your Memories

Peeking through the windows, never missing a moment,
Like the breath I take, my body they frequent.
Smiling, gazing at me with those loving eyes,
Yet hiding, behind you the pain that that lies.

Sometimes they race, squeaking like mice, below my feet,
Sometimes jump in, hold me tight, under the sheets
Caress my hair, the way you did, when I slept,
Would console me when I wept.

In the garden, on the trees they Linger,
Sooth me, calm me, blow away all my anger.
But sometimes crying havoc they raise a storm,
Little kids, my doors they lock, causing no harm.

But I'm glad, glad to be blessed with these Fairies,
They can't be you, but just as beautiful are your memories.