If tears could build a stairway

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.

The next poem was written for my Mum and Dad on their anniversary by Auntie Margaret.

The Gift of Love

I’d take a golden summers day

A morning fresh and new

I’d fill the day with fragrance

The perfume of a rose

Then tie this gift with rainbows

And a love that grows and grows

I’d fill a basket with the stars

To shine for you each night

To make your world a special

Place of wonder and delight

I’d scatter moon beams on

Your path and warm each

breezet that blows

Yet all I have is a gift of love

That grows and grows