Precious Memories

I cannot bear to think that when I die,
The memories that I carry will be gone.
Those dear ones who have lived and loved and died,
And only in my memory live on.

No one to recall when Mom and Daddy
Were here and were such good and kindly folks.
Dear Mother with her sweet and loving ways
And Daddy with his simple silly jokes.

There were my four beloved, older brothers.
Only I remember when they all were young.
Those who knew them as a dad or uncle
Don't know the daring boys from whom they sprung.

My Husband! The exciting plans we made
Together, no one knows about but I.
They were such an important part of us.
My darling, where will they go when I die?

And oh, the most oppressive thought of all!
While I'm alive you are too, precious Son.
When I go I will take away with me
The joy, the love, the pride. All gone, all gone.

By: Joyce 5/28/04