Oh! I remember years ago
Of laughter and tears wrapped in a bow,
Of carefree ways and festive days
And treasured times caught in a vase
When children chased green dragonflies – and fireflies
Of summer days ‘neath blue skies
When autumn leaves marked fall sights
And Christmas morn brought dreamed delights.
They’re so much like a patchwork quilt,
A fieldstone wall the mason built.
Together gathered, one design,
Exclusive, and to call them mine.
Now days have taken on a sheen,
A golden haze – a soft patine.
I pray, as memories still grow,
My life will leave a sunset’s glow.
Robert D. Johnson
Ode to The Scarlet Thread by Francine Rivers ( but maybe more about that later)
(may put this in as my poem at my funeral)