Book Of Memories

My Book of Memories longer grows
Throughout the passing years,
As chapters open and then close
With either smiles or tears.
The earliest I can recall
Was of a happy home
In good old England, fair and small
From which I chose to roam.

To lovely Canada we came
In nineteen-forty-eight.
And things have never been the same
It opened wide life's gate.
I married a Canadian man
And had a great family
Widowed now, I have a plan
To write our history.

Turning each emotional page
Old memories arise.
Now in the closing chapters stage
Are many sad "Good byes".
But in my Book of Memories
I'll treasure all my friends
And pray for every one always
Until this old book ends.

Honoria A. Groves