A poem I have written for my dear wife Laurette.
Walking with Memories
With every breath and step I take, memories comes to mind
Of people, places, events and faces and then I always find
One memory comes shining through, a face in a flower
A heaven in a bloom, a smile in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
…and you are there.
Another step on the path, there's a sign I've seen
To the land that once might have been
Hold those memories that fit the dream
Cherish the times that have really been
And Walk to the sea, climb to the hills
To the beach beyond, I know how it feels.
There’s a face in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
Then I close my eyes to find a sweet dream
And visit that land that might have been.
. . . . that might have been
I dream of a land that lies ahead
It's in my mind, in my head
Love is real is this changing scene
I know that land is not a dream
As I walk to the sea, climb to the hills
To the beach beyond, I know how it feels
There's a face in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
. . . you are there.
John Rogers
9th February 2023