By: Stella Blume McCauley


Once again we meet friend to friend,

With smiles so bright and hello's so warm and bold,

Now, on memories, we have time to spend.


Like opening boxes wrapped in gold,

Now we watch our children, their little ones tend.


As lovingly we repeat the stories so often told,

Where memories of yesterday and today seem to blend.


Sweet memories of dear departed ones unfold,

But now it's time for hugs and waves good bye to send.


The laughter dies and the last fire-side stories told,

We depart only to wait to meet again, friend to friend.