Goldenrod

On Sunday we would stroll to old Deane Road

My brother used to speak in. Code

My baby sister in her pram so bold

Now both have died and passed away

I can’t forget the golden rods and Mum’s coat frayed

The cemetery where we used to pray

Now Mum is dead will there be room for me

I prefer to lie beneath my tree

I hope I shall be eaten like the Host

Though I am no Saviour I have done my best

And crave the peace of nature and her rest.

The church bells ring again in harmony

Asking for some peace and charity

I rode on Daddy s shoulders held his ears

He sang and whistled I wished he was still here

3 thoughts on “Goldenrod

    1. I really did this.We liked that road as there were big gardens and my parents loved flowers.
      Later we used It to visit the Cemetery where we prayed weekly. No more childhood walks or dreams.
      Thank you
      Katherine

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