Memories of you.
Since you were called home,
By a wise and compassionate God,
I am left here all alone,
To wander this old sod.
My shoulders stoop with age,
As I continue on in life,
Pining for that beautiful day,
When I rejoin my wife.
Sometimes I take no trouble
To shave this craggy face;
For there is no tender cheek,
Will feel its rough embrace.
There'll be no blue eyes sparkling,
No soft red lips a-smiling,
No more pretty auburn tresses,
That always needed styling.
The touch of your hand in mine,
As through the mall we strolled,
Knowing that you were mine alone,
Was my joy, my treasure, my gold.
Your image I cannot forget,
And when my mood turns blue,
I think of just how blessed I am,
To have happy memories of you.
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Memories infused with the smell of roses
Instigate your thoughts within my mind
Enclosed within my own little shell
I remember
Your auburn hair fanned across the pillow
Being lost in the azure depths of your eyes
The question mark dimpling
Still here with me today.
You're in the bird that sings to me.
The one only you and I can see.
So sweet and calming
Memories of you.
Since you were called home,
By a wise and compassionate God,
I am left here all alone,
To wander this old
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