Old Bones And Memories Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Old man sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons
Bread from sandwiches, children playing nearby
On swings and roundabouts overseen by proud parents
With hearts full of love, joy and hope for their children.
The old man remembers his wife and family
Long dead and buried in a graveyard, visited daily
House destroyed in war in a German bombing raid.
He came home on leave a soldier from overseas
Finding house rubble with all his loved ones dead.
Now, he is old bones at end of his life mourning still
Seeing wife and children in bright memories
While enduring passing years of loneliness.
Smiling he hears the voices of his precious dead
And tearfully whispers, "Always safe within my heart."