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!