Keepsakes

Fond memories of loved ones gone Moms voice was such a sweet tone A hardy shake from dads strong hand Showing us that he was our great man Sitting outside on a wide screened porch A shelter from the hot suns scorch Nighttime is over and the day is new Peeking at the grass laden with dew Birds happily chirping with their songs Crows flying around in huge dark throngs Banging out many tunes on some old tin cans Daydreaming about visits to some faraway lands Waiting anxiously for a knock on the door Someones outside who's never been here before Watching the beauty of flowers as they bloom Just like the colors of yarn weaved on a loom Crickets are chirping and lightning bugs glows Brightening the earth as the north wind blows What touches the heart there really is no end May only be a part of day that we can only spend For some there are many and others there are few Take some time out so that you can enjoy them too Love was spread around just like a hot wild fire The bountiful keepsakes of our many hearts desire Copyright 2015