Memories

He sat in his room in his favorite chair
Thinking of memories he would not share.
She had gone on before him, left him in this place
The lines of missing her showed on his face.

He played the mandolin for her everyday
She would sit at the window and listen to him play.
Oh how he missed her as he played her song
Oh how he missed her now that she is gone.

The fingers bent now, no longer could he play
But the memories stayed with him everyday.
His memories so vivid it wasn’t long
The mandolin was in his hands playing her song.

Tears ran down his old wrinkled face
He was ready to meet her at that special place.
He clung to the memories wiping away his tears
Thinking of his love of so many years.