How I sigh when remembering

Breathing in the cool crisp air

Standing on grassy banks

Gazing at all around me

But alone I stand and dream

How many years has it been

Ten, twenty or more so it seems

Then laughter reigned and happiness

Gone those dreams and far of years

But in its wake I have much and more

Grand children at least they were yours

My son tall and lithe,Robert named  as King

Like a monarch you understood

Kind considerate all these and more

Life is good when it lasts

But  like passing clouds you stepped away

Into eternity one rainy day

The breeze has quickened the day is dark

I huddle into my coat collar fast

Quickly I hasten my steps

Back to my retreat, Home at last

No one now to cut the wood

Or tend the trees and mow the lawns

Robert, my Son, gone sweet one.

I have aged and am ninety one

Valerie. Monday