For the most part are of the past
Pictures on the wall down the hall
Mom, holding a land phone
Pencil with eraser in hand
A roller disc near hand
An old fashioned typewriter
She was ready to go
It was the 70's you know
Then of course Cancer took its toll
A smile, she still looked like Elizabeth Taylor
Kelsey holding a volleyball
5ft two she was team captain
Ryan's rookie baseball card
The boy that found hockey as his game
The scouts all know his name
Then there was me at age 11
Sis was there she was five
In heaven with Mom no longer alive
Brent and me holding golden trophy
As coaches football player of the year
On to Wazoo gave up sports for grades I fear
Uniform signed by Edgar, Jame Moyer
Framed underneath Jack Nicolas and friends signed
Peter Townsend the threesome
All the kids sports accomplishments on the wall
A painted canvas of my poem Staci by her daughter
Parking for Irish Grandfather's only
OK it is Father's day, not Grandfather's day approaching
I'm lost in Family memories of happier days
Eleven years old the boy who became a man
Ryan's hockey bobble head Brent's Letterman jacket
And the teams this old dude coached
Now memories on the wall but good memories
Memories that last over the pain of getting old
Ah now I am thinking of next year
Things to add to the wall did you think this an obituary?
I am thinking at my wall of things to come
To add to my memories that last in the past