Saturday, December 3, 2016

Of Fond-framed Forevers

Sometimes far-gone times and places
Faded faces, dim and gray
Return to tune thought's embraces
Almost like it was yesterday

Fond, with tender touch we travel
Back to friendships blurred by years
As moments betwixt unravel
Breadth of Bygone disappears

Then the air is filled with laughter
Faces missed, soft-kissed with tears
Where we wear life’s ever-after
Claimed and framed with mist of years

© Janet Martin

Neighbours for a few years... friends forever!

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