This is comptine d'un autre l'apres midi. No way can I rhyme this so I made a different name. I hope you enjoy. ShadowFanFicWriter this is made from my memory of us way back then...you know what I mean by that.
Calm winds at night.
A calm and peaceful day.
Leaves blow with the wind so light.
It finds a way.
Please stay calm.
It is a beautiful place.
Magic in your mind and palm.
Leaves dance with grace.
Beauty of the divine.
A calm fall.
As the water droplets shine.
Almost like they call.
A beautiful calm love.
A love story.
About a little dove.
It is made from memory.
A calm and peaceful day.
Baked goods made with love.
A love for this I can't say.
A calm and soft shove.
A few kids run around.
Three maybe four.
A wonderful sound.
A few notes of love I pour.
A love in our past.
Calm storms.
A love at last.
A love that forms.
A calm memory.
A memory of a calm day.
Told in this story.
A story like poem I say.
Whom am I to tell?
A memory engrained in my brain.
I remember them all too well.
As I had a family to gain.
Almost like time has started over.
Another memory of us in my head.
Me in a field holding a clover.
And I baked bread.
I miss those calm days.
What happened to cause.
A calm and soft breeze stays.
Almost like our time has began to pause.
1876 all the way to 1910.
Apparently I was over it by ten years.
It is important to know when.
When the memory appears.
I will never forget our past.
A past over too soon.
I wanted it to last.
But when I'm down I look at the moon.
It shines its wonderful glow.
A soft and calm shine.
Just as time began to slow.
I remember our kids whine.
There names give me a smile.
Three maybe four.
As clear as a sky for a while.
As love in my words are what I pour.
James Adam my sweet.
Remember that name.
As a bird tweets.
You are still the same.
I miss us back then.
It was fun.
It is only a matter of when.
As a calm breeze hits me under the sun.
Jonathan, Maria, and Jack.
These were the kids we had.
I want them back.
I think I'm going mad.
We had two kids who didn't live.
The names are blurry.
The names I will give.
But I have to hurry.
Hurry and remember.
The two little babies are girls.
One was born in April and one was in December.
Now I picture them in twirls.
Everything I say is true.
This all happened my sweet.
The memories like glue.
As you hear a bird tweet.
On a calm winter breeze.
From day to night.
The memories are in a freeze.
Frozen yet their smiles so bright.
I almost want to cry.
A calm winter memory.
I can only hope and try.
As I tell the story.
I remember now my sweet.
They are Emily and Sam and I never lied.
As the birds tweet.
They both were babies when they died.
I have a caring look.
You died because you were sick.
I close this book.
And blow out the candle wick.
The poem like story is over.
I hope it brought you a memory.
As I give you a clover.
I hope you enjoyed the story.
