TREASURED MOMENTS
by Zita (Rue) Cooper

Sometimes I sit and dream about a life so simple and serene
A childhood, oh so beautiful back home in Merasheen.
Many people come to mind as I wander back through the years
Their faces etched in my memory, their kindness in my tears.

I remember so vividly at the tender age of 3
When Mr. Olf Rogers would bounce me on his knee.
He died in the evening, leaving me his purse
Fifty cents seemed like a million, or was it a curse?

Oh, Mr. Olf you were a gentle old man!
I was sad when you could no longer hold my hand.
Or stroll along the beach and throw rocks from the shore
On that beautiful Island I visit no more.

Now, Mrs. Kate, your lonely old mate,  
Always stayed at our house on Christmas Eve Night.
I remember her fondly and as I look back with glee
I can still see her reflection in the flicker of light near the tree.
She was a classy old lady her hair always in a bun,
So gentle and kind with a smile for everyone.

So many people graced my life in that era long ago
I'd be remiss in my story if I didn't mention just one more.
I is He was the greatest swimmer any child could ever know A
I loved to jump upon his back and swim from shore to shore.
He took me to the garden party, his winnings were my wishes
Mr. Freddy Best “Thank you very much“ I still cherish those beautiful
dishes.*

*Fred won a sugar & creamer, shaped as a house, and gave it to me.