Petal A. BeebeSedalia, Missouri |
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WONDERFUL MEMORYTiny fingers, curledLike petals, fragile In their size, Tenacious as they Held mine, the world Not yet known. Innocence looked at me From big trusting eyes Now young men, free To make their own way As they choose Wonderful the memory They left with me. I give thanks to God For their love as I Pray to Him, dear God Be good to them As they have been To me. My sons, now grown men. |
LIFE'S MELODYLife is a song,The orchestra plays Awaiting the dancer To come along. It's theme plays tragedy Happiness and sorrow Tears of despair Laughter of joy a melody Of another tomorrow A strain of yesterday Not forgotten, the answer Hides within it's final Inevitable crescendo, hush Play now quietly, the next dancer Will be coming along |