A name reaches out of the past
and remembrance floods
A hand out of the mists appears
to touch my face
A gentle touch
And memories race
A voice speaks softly
words of love and hope ‘“
I hear a lullaby
A tear starts
Remembrance floods
Memories race
Softly, softly a finger brushes
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ the diamond from my cheek
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Dear Guest,
I come to share with you
Flights of fancy
That came from far-
That came from near,
hopefully to spread some cheer.
Tales and Paintings
A poem or two
With warmth of spirit
And a smile too.