My earliest memory
        Isn’t a vision or song
             A touch or smell or taste
It’s coming home to a faithful dog
                    After a long day’s work
The warmth of the spring sun
                    Breaking the cold of winter
The return of a family member one
                    From an extensive absence
The happily ever after
                    After the darkest times
The presence of your closest friend
                    When no one else was there
The excitement
                    Of a child on Christmas
The beating heart of your lover
                    Laying by your side
The glittering dawn
                    Following a stormy night
My earliest memory
                    Isn’t a vision or song
A touch or smell or taste
   Its hope, love and joy
       Felt in my heart