Poetry from the Generations 

If He Were Here
by Velma M. Carlson

 

If he were here, he would rake the leaves.
    Then carry them out under the trees;
He would trim the bushes and mow the lawn
    Pick up the sticks – work all day long.
He loved his home, took lots of pride
    Young for his hears, so fast in his stride.
He was always alert to all he did
    Kind and loving and quick to forgive

We were always together when the day was done;
    Then we’d watch TV – it was always fun.
He would rest in his easy chair at nite
    And remark of his lawn – how it looked so nice!
We say side by side; it was nice to relax.
    Just he and I, there was nothing we lacked.
We had each other, our world was complete
    So in the “great Somewhere” I know we shall meet..

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