found your mittens behind a box of pictures you would wear them before i brewed the tea that's one memory i can easily conjure a weary memory i can always see found your rosary broken into pieces every night, by the bed, you'd kiss the beads those are moments that i can always relive weary memories i can always see found a photo of you when we were married leaning back on a broken willow tree that's one memory that i choose to carry a weary memory i can always see