Let's Walk Home

Memories of a distant day, Walking on a sandy shore, Making memories on the way, When it ended wanting more. Sounds of laughter in my mind, We were young, alive and free, All those moments left behind, Future holds just mystery. Flowers freshly picked for you, Held in hand that once held yours, Placed so gently just for you, Back then you'd place them in a vase. Your name I see on marble stone, If only you were standing there, I'd take your hand, And we'd walk home, With so much laughter, Ours to share. Jayne Louise Davies