Miriam, your name spells memory
who was not borne under any sign
who walks and walks not an aeternal line
who perhaps is older than humanity

who often is by some to others shown
whose fading can be felt benign
when her lasting ’d bring us down
who - ’t seems – always returns by time

so is my memory aware
like sands who in the end for water care
when for too long the sun has shone

my memory has not let me alone
if ’t might be anywhere
So long is this Memory of mine