Balloons, toys and butterflies
Floated around our ferry of life
We were kids when we met
You were seven I was ten
Silly like always, I would cruise
Daily to your home, up in blues
We sapped a tree with love and care
The tree grew old as time got older
From kid-ling’s bliss to teens we grew
Held our hands as adolescence brew
The confused me sought your vow
And we married under the altar’s glow
The tree of life slowly aged
As we ripened our fondling dates
Trading with death, you left too soon
Musical of life was swoon to croon.
With the demise, I had nothing to thrive
Our memories faded and soon they dried.
I became senile and my condition bred
In age’s golden box called Alzheimer’s pledge
The tree soon withered all its golden leaves
As I slept in Peace smelling strawberries.