29th April….my thoughts always turn to my grandmother. It was nice to be able to phone my Pop to chat and share Nana stories.
The footsteps echo softly down the corridors of time,
And memories gently stir like windmills of the mind,
Faces flicker silently like pictures on a screen,
And voices have a cadence heard only in a dream.
Days gone by, how dear they are –
Loved ones, long gone, seem not so far
When memory works her magic spell
And brings them back with us to dwell.
Childhood days remembered with affection deep and true,
Girlhood days, the friendships made with those we knew;
As we remember fondly the many things we’ve done
The laughter, joys and tears and, oh! the fun.
So many friendships stood the test of time
Down through the years, through every clime;
But now, the hands of time move on –
And so many of those dear ones have passed…
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