Each day that is left is a bonus for the old man. I treasure it and my amazing fortune in sharing that day with my chosen spouse. I sing this song in a personal card for her collection as she begins her 84th year in a week.
At the same time I want to make it public in my last issue for February as a token of my appreciation to her for sharing 60 plus generally peaceful years with me through thick and thin.
A day to remember
that stays and then grows,
When a boy meets a girl
and all at once knows
his life has new roots
for a budding tree,
To plant by a stream
that roars wild and free.
We hang on its branches
a shining new dream,
And watch it grow strong
By the watering stream.
As dreams load the tree
and life moves along;
We are free as can be
with the memory strong.
And now we are old,
but the tree is still strong;
I remember that day,
and I was not wrong.
We still have room
to hang up more dreams
And the memory will live
even should I change streams.
- 30 -
That is a treasure of a poem, Uncle Bill.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday wishes to you, Aunty Shirley! I hope your day was just as you wanted it to be.
I like to use your official titles every once in a while, as my close relatives are few, and I like the sound of them.
Your loving niece, Linda :)