The sun comes up in the morning and
The stars come out each night.
We hear the catbirds singing and
We watch the hummingbirds fight.
We talk about the orchard with
Its trees we climbed long ago;
The cows and sheep of our farmer life
And our grandpa whose name was Joe.
The tomatoes he grew, the cucumbers too,
And the bottle he hid in the shed;
The Thanksgiving dinners that grandma prepared
And the children’s books we all read.
Memories spill out like beans from a bag
Or wheat that you sift through your fingers;
Each of us lived it and has stories to tell
And remembering, we pause and we linger.
We each of us lived it, we laughed and we cried
And as we recall all those years
The good with the bad, the happy, the sad,
The times there were so many tears.
Now, looking back, we’re smiling a lot
It seems to us crystal clear
Sharing our lives in so many ways
In the end has brought us right here.