As I have gotten older
I think of years gone by.
My mother loved me very much
And, I was the apple of daddy's eye.



Mother taught us right from wrong
As she taught the "Golden Rule".
She'd always say, "Have a good day"
As she sent us off to school.



Of course we had our problems
As all good families do.
But, with our trust and faith in God
The sun came shining through.



I remember fishing trips we took
A tent was our home at night.
I remember the campfire glowing
As we told stories by firelight.



Those days are gone forever,
They now live in my memory.
And, forever I will thank the Lord
For the life He gave to me.


©Gloria Martel
2001
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