The winding way
I will go no more with youalong the winding waydown to the fields whereour children used to play I will no longer hold your handas we stroll out to the shopsor quietly wait outsideat all your favourite stops I cannot watch you potterfrom my sunny garden chairthe garden is overgrown nowwithout your tender care But you are still with mein the contours of my dayalways in my mindas I walk the winding way