Memories of Gold

By James Kennedy

Reader news

12 July 2010 16:19

My wife died 30 years ago aged 40, and I have brought up my three children – a boy and twin girls who were twelve years old when their mother died.

As I sit here daydreaming at this time,
And I am old,
Sweet thoughts of you come to me,
Sweet memories of gold.
The laughter and the tiffs we had,
Each ending in a tear,
Then knowing when we were far apart
Somehow we both were near.
The falling down and picking up,
Holding out each other’s hand,
Also the comfort of a shoulder,
One of rock, and not of sand.
So, as my winter creeps upon me
Now that I am old,
Sweet thoughts of you come to me,
Sweet memories of gold.