My children will live on
When I am in the earth
When I am dead and gone
They’ll meet with merry mirth.
Each Christmas they will drink
A toast and talk of me
A thought or two they’ll think
Of how I used to be
My children will survive
When I am dust and dreams
When I’m no more alive
Than silent, sleeping streams
At Easter they will talk
And bring me back to life
And on a lonely walk
They'll talk about my wife
My children will recall
Our love that lasted years
Our photo on the wall
Will bring them all to tears!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2018 06:42
- Comment from author about the poem: for my wife and children... just in case
- Category: Family
- Views: 47
- Users favorite of this poem: Lorna, Laura🌻
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Comments3
My uncle just died - lovely man of great age! He has scores of children, grand and great grand! And this is what they are doing right now.............terrific poem for your family Blue.....
Many thanks, Lorna.
A sad thought but a lovely thought - where would we be without family?
Thank you Michael.
A fine write and a great
pic to be saved and
cherished, Blue-eyed Bolla!
At the end of it all,
as Michael said...
“where would we be
without family.”
I enjoyed the read!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
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