Member Poem

May good dreams and hopes,
Sing whispering little songs,
And put smiles in their faces,
Day and night.
May their memories fill with joy,
As they play –
Silvery little laughs tinkling…
Echoing through the gardens.

Those were the wishes,
Of a once young man and a woman –
Carrying memories that are black and white.
And the dusty rusty wind chimes…
still hanging, from a single worn out thread.
And the dream catchers as old and bent,
Its feathers moth eaten,
threads hanging loose…

They still sing,
still they bring good dreams,
But now all, like the man and woman once young –
Are black and white.