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
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