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buckman
Firefly

USA
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Posted - 04/10/2019 :  12:28:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Topic  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Topic
Rebecca Rogers passed away on Tuesday from Leukemia. She was a terrific lady who loved many in this group. ~*~


buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2019 :  16:04:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Melinda's Waltz
(For Rebecca. May you be at peace.)
~*~

Things to remember, things to forget
May be what's left of it now.
Days by the river, ice bound and blue
A basket, a bottle, moments with you.
Sounded so simple, but wasn't it cold?

Fresh-faced, looking ahead.
If we could've jumped forward
Looked back at today
Would we find us alone in our beds?

With your head on my shoulder
Your hand on my back
I could almost dare to dream.
Plans that we made
At the end of those days
Words that we truly did mean.

It's only too late,
When we bring down the gate,
Lock up, turn out the lights.
There's a path not yet walked
For one, maybe both
Where the past and future are right.

[So many miles between then and now
And more between us and romance
But, Hell, here we are
It's the wee, small hours
There's always time for a slow dance...]

It's nearly a year since I last saw your face
These days I'm just learning to walk
So much to offer, so little to give
But we're dancing, no time to talk.
With your head on my shoulder
Your hand on my back
I could almost dare to dream
Plans that we made
At the end of those days
Words that we truly did mean

It's snowing tonight, I can picture the lights
On the mountain from your back porch
Hard to tell, I was under your spell
I always carried the torch.
Some of my edges, cleaned and smooth
Some rough as ever I fear.
It's late in the game, there's no one to blame
What doesn't bring a laugh, brings a tear.

So many miles between then and now
And more between us and romance
But, Hell, here we are
It's the wee, small hours
There's always time for a slow dance...

Hank Beukema - Copyright revbuckman music 2009



Edited by - buckman on 04/10/2019 16:06:24
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 04/14/2019 :  17:20:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I remember her warmth and humor. The pleasure and excitement of her House Concerts. So sorry to see this.
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
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Posted - 04/17/2019 :  20:42:02  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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