Thanks For the Memories
A frail old man peers through his window and sees,
wind dancing the branches on the tall baron trees.
Distant memories flood his mind,
of the loved ones that have left him far behind.
A mother, father, brother and wife,
all preceded him through their journey of life.
The branches remind him of his wedding night,
swaying to the music holding his beloved so tight.
A bird chirps a melody and a new thought appears,
of his mothers sweet lullaby’s all through the years.
He sees clouds get heavy and dark steals the light,
it's the time when father said the fish would best bite.
Two squirrels play madly in the leaves on the ground,
he thinks of his brother who was always around.
As he turns from his window and a tear leaves his eye,
he thanks the Lord for the memories that help him get by.
© Gail Cadence Franklin
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