in my husband's morning music
a voice from far away
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
seeing
fresh from yesterday's breakfast
roses of a wedding
three years past
celebrated this week
an afternoon in my favorite corner
pulling the nap blanket
up to my chin
the same little blanket from the day they came by
last year
after their first week as husband and wife
the touch of her hand on the softness of her bouquet
the touch of good-bye fresh on my check
glorious cool evenings
bring good nights for sleeping
snuggled down under
the familiar weight of big blue
and the beginning of memories
that come
again too
"I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear
but now
my eye sees You."
Job 42:5
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