-My- Children’s Laughter

From George’s Creek to Holly Lawn, A journey, a montage of life, Where laughter and tears, Juxtaposed in moments of reflection, Of family triumphs and imperfections. Oh time, moving imperceptibly, keeper of the ages, A bridge, a pendulum, an hourglass, A fingerprint pressed upon its pages. Gentle voices of merriment like a vapor going out and up, A longing for those moments, another sip from its cup. Temperatures warm in a summer breeze, And winter’s cold does still the air. When frosted panes with silence freeze, It’s a perfect time for quiet thought, Of (my) children’s laughter, radiant and rare. And though the winter’s night is long, The laughter still rings beneath the moon. But where is the dream awakening with the dawn, And a melody that ends too soon, From George’s Creek to Holly Lawn?