A name reaches out of the past
and remembrance floods
A hand out of the mists appears
to touch my face
A gentle touch
And memories race
A voice speaks softly
words of love and hope ‘“
I hear a lullaby
A tear starts
Remembrance floods
Memories race
Softly, softly a finger brushes
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  the diamond from my cheek