The
Flute
Along the paths we traveled,
One day so long ago.
The woods were splashed with color,
Beneath the sun's bright glow.
The leaves
were gently falling,
The fragrance so divine.
And on that day so long ago,
Our hearts were firmly twined.
We sat
beneath an oak tree,
And carved initials there.
Emotions ran asunder,
We then our souls did bare.
Upon a
handcarved flute,
You played a melody.
I hear it often in my dreams,
You played it just for me.
We grew up
and were married,
With a daughter we were blessed.
That time together was so short,
We never would have guessed.
Then one
night you left us,
God came to take you home.
I missed you for so many years,
And felt so all alone.
One day
we'll be together,
Upon that Heavenly plane.
We'll walk the paths of Heaven,
And you'll play your flute again.
Copyright
© 2001 by Mary M.
Alward All Rights
Reserved.
Music:
Memories used with
permission ©2000 by Bruce De
Boer
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