THE GARDENS
We walked in the gardens,
hand in hand, many years ago,
The gentle balmy breezes caressing us,
like a love song
Life was a beckoning dream,
bright and full of promise
And our love was strong -- so strong.
We walked those gardens yesterday,
and marveled as we did before,
Carefully we took the steps and slopes
We’d roamed carefree in days of yore.
Much of life has now been lived
The bright full dreams have been fulfilled
And our love is stronger still.
We’ll stroll the gardens in years ahead
Though chair or bed we may not leave,
We’ll amble through in memory
Seeing again each flower and tree,
Each tranquil pond and winding path
Where we would walk and talk and laugh.
Then the peace of contented years will enfold us
And our love will be even stronger.
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by Winnie Apple Newton
Written 1992 for her husband Bob