David Weaver
gone but not forgotten
‘Remember the time’
David Weaver ©
It must be sixty years or more,
since carving your name on the tree.
There’s no doubting you were lovely,
all that smiling meant for me.
Remember walking along that path,
when I carved the name of my lover.
With a heart, an arrow and a message,
promises of love for each other.
Whenever I return from far away,
I stroll to revisit the past.
To see how time has treated the pledge,
just two years ago the last.
Years that have softened the carvings,
Mother Nature healing the cut.
Over that time they’ve grown fainter,
healthy scars closing it shut.
It doesn’t take much to make memories,
the one’s that matter the most.
The laughing, the loving, the caring,
all those times holding you close.
Now in old age let’s remember the time,
when the power of our hearts was strong.
In the days when things were different,
the time we could do no wrong.
Think back on those scenes many years ago,
when I carved your name in the bark.
A girl, a boy, and a penknife,
on our tree in Sutton Park .
