November 1, 2014



Memory’s Book

Misty dawn’s light touches the windowsill
awakes the sleepy silent Whippoorwill
calls his heart to sing an early morn song
chants to others, he sings - come along
 
Take the road that leads to a peaceful walk
stroll together, we remember and talk
special events in our life come and go
nothing to change, happy with what we sow
 
All that crossed our life’s path was pure delight
as it was intended, life was just right
memories tucked away in the mind’s book
there for one to savor and take a look
 
The pages worn and torn by fingers touch
looks back fills the heart with love and such
 
- Rhoda Galgiani