
Almost like the seasons
Which flew by so quickly
Thy beauty, its softness
Once upon a time caressed
Now, touch as nails
I glance into the mirror
To find I've grown
Old and gray
The crowfeet on my face
Resemble the nest in my hair
Ageless seem the memories
My thoughts linger
Holding your journal in thy hand
I've read over and over
The memories you pen
Before, Heaven called your name
Rest in peace my Love
Wait for me
I know not the season
I'll arrive
Copyright 2006
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
"Wait for me..." says it all!
Nice to meet you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Fee
God Bless,
Lew
A very beautiful write my friend. I love the way you measure time by seasons. There are always the memories. We hold them close to our hearts.