Memories
The lights are low
The music plays
The fire's aglow
Grandma thinks of younger days

She was just seventeen
Slender and trim
A real beauty queen
Her eye was on him

He was one year older
Handsome at that
"You're a beauty" he told her
As he tipped his hat

They were married that spring
She wore white. He wore blue
He gave her a ring
And promised to be true

He built her a house
Deep in the wood
Without even a mouse
He'd give her the world if he could

Children they had
A boy, a girl ,twins and a boy
A proud mom and dad
Children brought them such joy

The children grew
Left home one by one
Before she knew
Her job was done

He left her one fall
Got sick and died
He heard heaven's call
But he never lied

He was faithful and true
All his married days
Never made her blue
He had gentleman ways

Grandma's now old
And ready to go
Her life was all gold
His name was Joe

For her he waits
She'll be there soon
Behind pearly gates
Under a silvery moon.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)