Warmed By My Memories
Sitting alone by the fire
Warming my newly bared toes,
I remember the days
When by fireplace and blaze
We’d gather and cuddle so close.
We poured corn in the long-handled popper,
Sometimes roasted marshmallows too.
We’d play silly games
Sitting there by the flames,
Myself, our sweet baby and you.
Those long ago memories now warm me
Even more than the flames of the fire.
We had little money
But when you called me Honey
Our spirits could not have been higher.
I’m so glad we could not see the future
When I would be here all-alone.
That sweet precious time
When we hadn’t a dime
Was the happiest I’ve ever known.
By: Joyce Johnson posted 9/28/11
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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