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