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