All the fours, forty four,
That is the number of years,
The number of years it would be,
It would be today
That Joyce and I would have been married.
But she is no longer here,
She was taken from me
And now looks down with love
After passing six years ago.
As I looked out this morning
The full moon shone on me
And I saw her face looking,
Looking on me with love,
With love and happiness
As my life is good once more,
And once more I’ve found love,
Found love with Mary.
But Joyce is still with me
As both she and Mary are there,
There in my heart and mind
And forever will be.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Mary and I till believe that Joyce and her husband Dave who both died, are still in our lives.
- Category: Love
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Comments8
Six years already? A sensitive write Gold.
Thank you Orchi, much appreciated.
Andy
Good for you Andy I believe that true love is sharing not possessing and that seems reflected in your poem most touching my friend. Memories can be golden
So true soren, I have been so lucky to find love again. Thank you for your kind, understanding words.
Andy
My pleasure Andy
Fitting poem, if people stay in your memory, then they stay forever.
So very true Paul, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
A beautiful write🙏
Thank you OA, much appreciated.
Andy
Such a wonderful companion is our memory.🙏🕊️
It certainly is Rik, thank you.
Andy
Good write, Andy. A lucky man you are to have had two loves.
I certainly am Jerry, thank you.
Andy
This is a beautiful tribute to the loves of your life, you are the most fortunate of men, God bless dear Andy.
Thank you Bella. Yes I m very fortunate in my life.
Andy
a sensitive and beautiful tribute - hope they are resting in eternal peace...
Thank you Nafisa, I am sure that they are.
Andy
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