Memories

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Those Golden Days

on Silver Creek

By: Patricia Ford

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They say you can’t go home again, but I sure wish you could.

Back to those days with Mom and Dad, when life was oh so good.

Those golden days on Silver Creek, swimmin’ and catchin’ frogs,

What joy it was to swing from vines and jump from log to log.

Warm memories of fun we had on long ago summer nights,

Four children playing hide and seek and chasin' firefly lights.

And when bedtime came, Mom tucked us all safely in our beds,

And made up wonderful stories to fill our sleepy heads.

We slept in peace because we knew… Dad'd come if we called.

It was no secret that our Dads the bravest man of all.

Yes life was really simple then, but now it’s oh so hard.

No time for playin' hide and seek or firefly chasin' in my yard.

Cause now I’m gettin' older and yes... I'm startin' to gray,

And I'm way too stiff and weak to play the day away,

But I don't let that get me down or screw up my whole week,

I just replay sweet memories of golden days on Silver Creek.

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Each night when bedtime comes, I tuck you all safely in your bed,

And say this little prayer for you as I kiss your sleepy head ...

Sweet dreams my little one as you sleep all cozy and warm,

May God's angels watch over you and keep you from all harm.

May moonbeams and soft breezes kiss your sweet face as you sleep,

May you run on rainbows in your dreams, chasing purple sheep.

And if a storm should come and awaken you in the night,

Just call out for your Mommy and I'll chase away each fright.

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.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. My Garden of Memories By: Patricia Ford .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. If you go first and I am left to walk Life's road alone, I'll tend my garden of memories of happy days we've known. In each Spring Robin or Winter snow, In Summer flowers of yellow or blue , Even in Autumn's first leaves to fall, I'll catch a glimpse of you. If you go first and I am left, I'll cherish each thought of you, Each place we traveled along the way will become a treasured view. I'll hear your voice and see your smile when you acted like a dope, The memory of your helping hands... the times you filled my heart with hope. If you go first and I am left alone on Life's road to roam, No dark shadows shall creep in, your memory will light my home. We've known so much of happiness, We've shared our cup of joy, And memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy. If you go first and I am left, one thing I ask of you, Walk slowly as you go your way for soon I'll follow you. I'll want to know each step you take that I may walk the same, For some day down that lonely road, you'll hear me call your name. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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