Where sweet memories lie

When I return home from time to time I’m often compelled to visit one place and one spot in particular. Here, for a few undisturbed moments, the boy inside of me can slip out, clamber over the wall some fifty odd years high and once again happily drain fond memories dry. 

Beyond the gate of no tomorrow

Souls lie sown in rows abreast

A weathered name bids me to come

I know the voice and where it rests

She knows I’m here again to stare

Through childlike eager coloured eyes

Not at the stone nor at the grave

But where their own sweet memories lie.


David McAdam 2014





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3 responses to “Where sweet memories lie

  1. David, this is beautiful – masterful. Thank you.


  2. Thank you, Jennie.


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