A poem about life and the early years. |
:bitem:2046136}:bitem:2143314: to blog folder book writing with WDC journal books and short stories When we met you were just a boy Life was good and full of joy You wore nice suits and buckle shoes And at the Jazz Club we listened to the blues On every dance floor we did rock On Saturday's we met under the clock At the flicks we cuddled and cood And when you didn't get your way you were so rude. Valentine's day were very special times I sent your card and you sent mine came the day we chose a ring and cost a few dimes Wedding bells were about to chime. A year had past and came two tiny feet A little bundle everyone wanted to meet Then came some more exactly four They made such a rumble across the floor We clothed and nurtured them well Sometimes we had worries of pure hell On our birthday the kids were sweet Saved their pocket money to buy us a treat. The kids grew up and left the nest We were on our own again and able to rest Now the children have married, and have kids of their own It wasn't long before they had grown Along came our great grand children fourteen and more Now there's no room they have to sit on the floor We had such good times on our golden days But God called your time and took you away Now we stand beside you where no shadows fall I thought we would give you a call HAPPY FATHER'S DAY from us all. Adding items 2046136 to folder 2143314 |