The days of my life are good. I love my parents. I miss them very much. What memories! |
To live the days of yore again, to live the days of yore, To see my parents young back when and happy days explore. I'd know the snows of Okkie hills in Oklahoma youth, When bundled up to catch some thrills, I learned a valued truth. The sledding disk will go as far as ice will pave the way, But sliding near a park-ed car will cause their hairs to gray. The snows would drift up prairie house to make a beauteous show For white is Nature's long-lost spouse, so sinless in the snow. That Christmas with my "Candy" dog, the fluffy Peek-a-Poo. I held her for that picture tog, a young one's love so true. My Mother with her laughing face and quick wit quips in tow, She'd bend me double, fun in place, What loving life to know! My Daddy had a laugh so loud, it made his body shake. What depth of Hope! I'm truly proud me God his son did make. I marched the tuba Friday nights. My parents watched to see The notes that played their son so bright, so full of joyous glee. When graduation day had come to leave for working world, They cheered me on with loving sum of proudest hearts unfurled. The day I wed my bonnie lass my parents were there, too. My Dad spoke words of torch to pass and worthy life to do. But now to Life they've gone before I watch as living heir To see them cross to Day of Yore without a knowing care. To live the days of yore again, to live the days of yore, I see my parents young as then in Joy Forevermore. Line Count: 48 by Jay O'Toole on March 17th, 2017 |