Certain music, photographs and even smells

Are the mnemonics that often serve to jell

Key events, people, and places we might forget

And in so forgetting, even live to regret

That we have sadly forgotten these moments

Be these of happiness or of our greatest torments

We love the smell of cookies and cakes baking

These bring us back to the days of children taking

Taking in all that have come to form us and our minds

Those things we should never, ever leave behind

Then there are the mnemonics that bring our tears

Those we accumulate during our slow parade of years

Like never being able to see a cowboy movie

Without thinking of my sister who left me…..