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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He walks weary to his bed of ninety years Down that lonely hallway that once was shared Gone early she was at eighty four Sweet Emma from his heart did adore The hand of age brushes a kiss upon her face Like so many times before when the day was long He removes his wired rim glasses and yawns Folded carefully and placed beside her photo on the nightstand The linen is pulled to the side a pillow is fluffed Slowly he sits on the edge and stares into space Slippers removed one by one and placed just so Before he lies between the sheets a distant call is heard Gentle in the night the Loons sing their romantic song The moon of silver reflects on the lake across the way Shadows of Loons in love create ripples upon the water This is his Golden Pond and strawberry patches Together many a day he and Emma would walk for miles hand in hand Stopping to smell the flowers and pick strawberries for jam How well he remembers those days of yester year But alas she is gone and alone he has walked the pathes alone Shutting the window just enough to let a breeze flow As he turns to shut the light for just one moment he believes There Emma sits she pats the bed and calls to him sweetly Come He clears his head then a tear drops as he whispers to himself Alright Emma my sweet alright alright Im coming Making his way to the bed he slides in slowly between the sheets Leans over turns out the light and pulls the covers up As he recalls Emma The bright moon light casts shadows They are upon the walls and on the cieling over head Silent creations produced by cars across the lake Figures dancing about the room, shadowed in blues and grays They trigger memories of dances in the church hall on saturday nights Slowly his eyes close and he says this prayer every night Lord my Savior this I ask I wish to see my Sweet Emma just once more time To be by her side and feel her warm hand in mine If you see me fit to grant this wish Happy I will be in her arms and to taste Sweet Emmas kiss once more I thank Thee my heavenly father Amen
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