To­day’s poem

Daily Mail - - News - L. M. Wad­low, Red­ditch, worcs.


The sun has never com­pletely set, Upon the old lady’s mem­ory, She can still re­call her child­hood, The days that used to be. Faces of her class­mates, And not all of them were kind, The old lady can still visu­alise, They of­ten come to mind. The sun has never set Upon events that have meant so much, Her wed­ding and her fam­ily, A baby’s gen­tle touch. Hap­pi­ness and sad­ness Both part of life’s rich tapestry, Joy and sor­row have played a part In the old lady’s mem­ory. Joy and trou­ble have walked hand in hand, Have been hers down through the years, Laugh­ter and pure hap­pi­ness Have merged with smiles and tears. Ill­ness, too, has played its part, Faith has sup­ported frailty, Has been an es­sen­tial part of life For that old lady who is me.

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