Memorial Moment

Mary Naylor  confirmed
A playful breeze gathered blossoms from the trees,

And carried them willy nilly to me,

As you pushed me on the merry-go-round.

"Stop," I laughed, as your feet pounded the ground.

"Only if you promise to marry me!"

Then, you speeded up and laughed in glee.

Now, new words echo in my heart's bastion:

"Your husband is missing in action."

Children still laugh, shout and squeal,

Blossoms still fall from the same playful breeze.

A small boy shouts, "Mama, let me push you, too!"

And, darling, he looks exactly like you.

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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