One thing my wife and I
Used to do was go to a
Private lake at midnight
And go for a cool, relaxing
Swim. It was so peaceful
Under the moonlight. We
Don’t do it anymore, but
The memories remain of
The days of youth.
Tag: memories
Go Back
One day I told my wife
We ought to go back to
the church we were
Married in. We did, and
It brought back a flood
Of sentimental memories,
The organ, her gown, the
Minister, the ceremony,
Down to the you may kiss
The bride ending. Love in
A beautiful setting.
Winter
Spring is getting near,
But one of the cherished
Memories of winter is
When it would snow.
Looking out the window
And watching the white
Flakes drift slowly
To the ground was a
Calming, peaceful
Sight. Go out in the
Woods and experience
The utterly silent and
Holy worship in the
Cathedral of nature.
The Chair
The chair sits in the corner of
Of the room, empty, and no
One has sat in it for quite a
While. Since you left me I don’t
Let anybody else sit in it. It hurts
To even look at it and brings back
Painful memories. What keeps me
Going is the hope you will come
Back to me someday.
Move On
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
Wordman of Alcatraz 