
Picture courtesy of http://www.forsyth.cc
Do you remember him
As you walk in the park
Summer rays beaming down
A call of a skylark
Do you remember those days
Walking by the river
Laughter in the sun
Carried by the breeze to wherever
Do you remember his smile
And his silly face
As you pass by
This open space
Do you remember his shock
As the goose bit him
Your teasing as he fell backwards
Your uncontrollable laughing
Do you remember his sheepish grin
Boyish and shy-like
As he went on bended knee
Asking for you to be his wife
Do you remember his joy
When you said yes
In the shade of an old Oak tree
As he held his breath
Do you remember that kiss
His taste under that tree
Your beating heart in rhythm with his
Feeling wild and free
Do you remember those days
That followed after
As life changed for you both
A new chapter
Do you remember marrying that day
Under the old Oak
On a summer’s day in June
And the news you broke
Do you remember his face
As you put his hand on your midriff
His happiness ringing loud in the park
Swinging you round in his bliss
Do you remember all of this
Sitting under your old Oak tree
The eyes of your child his
The boy’s smile the same as he
Or do you remember the dark days
When they came with sad news
To tell you he’d gone
Taken by a drunk driver in winter’s blues
Do you remember him always
As your tears now fall
Under your old oak
As people walk by lost in summer’s thrall
Akriti
Jul 4, 2014
This is a very nice post. The sentiment beneath it has been very aptly put out there. I really like it.
Good job 🙂
i’d really appreciate if u could spare a few minutes and tell me what u feel about this –
http://akritimattu.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/the-last-thing-a-3-year-old-syrian-said-before-he-died-im-gonna-tell-god-everything/
It’s a very touching picture . I need more and more people to tell me what they feel about it .
Darren Greenidge
Jul 4, 2014
I shall do Akriti and thank you.
John Rolfe
Jul 4, 2014
Very very good my friend I remain in awe of your skill with words
Darren Greenidge
Jul 4, 2014
Bless you, thank you John. I’m humbled.