Grief Poem - Memories
Last updated 11/6/2020 at 8:40am
Just thinking 'bout those gone ahead, a week, a month or years.
Our Dad or Mom, family and friends, memories do bring on tears.
Thinking about the trips we took, Oceans or Mountains tall.
What fun we had climbing some hills, just careful not to FALL!
Our Dad could do most anything; farmed, ranched, and shoe a horse;
He took good care of all of us, and loved "outdoors," of course
Our Mama was the bestest cook, the neighbors said so too!
Dinners with Mom as super great, she made a GREAT beef stew.
Not all God's men are made the same; town guys to country hicks.
From milking cows to flying planes, some guys work laying bricks.
Our parents were quite musical, they'd sing or whistle, too!
Mom sang, Dad played Harmonica, their music was "true-blue"!
Crochet or sew, Mom did it all; she made a lovely quilt.
Our Daddy liked working with wood - it was our house he built!
It's been a while since they left us, we've seen a LOT of change!
Bet Dads today, would find that life, a teeny bit of strange!
Books held a special place for us, Bible stories a must.
Most mornings Dad read us God's "Word," in GOD we learned to trust.
Time passes on, now parents gone, but we know where they went;
Our time will come, most likely soon, and we'll be "Heaven-sent"!
Oh, Yes, we could go on and on, remembering days gone by.
For sure, there were some special times, that almost make me cry.
Prairie Winds - Oct. 2020