Surrender Poem by jim hogg

I think of you and memories
come flooding like the tide
the times we walked,
the times we talked,
those glistening starlit nights;
your lemon coloured cardigan,
your gentle blue-blue eyes,
the first time that we ever spoke,
the night we kissed goodbye.

The years between like rivers ran
to sweep us far apart
the lives we lived
the lives we missed
and now, no turning back:
our children's children, full of glee,
may soon be full of dreams
or, swept by love as sweet as ours
be strong enough to yield.