In My Back Pocket
In my back pocket, I hold tight some things,things that are special to my heart.
I have a little moon light, a flower from a field,
and these things are only the start.
In my back pocket, I leave a little space,
for the one thing I hold so very dear.
A memory of someone, who brought light from dark.
Someone I will keep very near.
In my back pocket is where I will reach,
when life gets me tied up and low.
I'll reach for you there, with memory in hand,
to places no others can go.
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