Me And You

You once told me my darling
That you could remember
When I could not keep my hands off of you
And you loved every minute of it

I too can remember those days
And I too loved every touch
Every kiss and the feel of your body
Lying next to me over those many years

Over those many years we shared our love
I can never remember a time
When I reached out for you
Or you reached out for me

That you or I ever said
I'm too tired or didn't feel like love making
Some have talked about a perfect love
If there ever was one
We shared it

I have tried to share these memories
With our children
Grandchildren and Great-grandchildren
In the lines of my poetry
Of course some are to preacious to share

It would be like taking a precious stone
And shattering it into may pieces
Best they be buried in our hearts
And into the earth to which we return
For they are precious only to lovers like you and I


Gardner Carson

My Darling Janiree {To the tune of my darling Nelly Gray)

Near a beautiful mountain stream up in the high Sierra Mountains
I whiled away many happy hours
Just a strolling and a singing
To my darling Janiree

When the moon had climbed the mountains and the stars were shinning bright
I would take my darling Janiree and stroll along the cold mountain streams
While my harmonica so softly I would play

One night went to see her but she was gone the doctors say
They said God has taken her to heaven
For a life we all are craven
Oh my darling death has taken you far away
While here on the old earth my broken heart must stay

Now my eyes are getting dimmer and my heart is getting weaker
Hark! Death is knocking at my door
I hear voices calling and I see my Darling Janiree

So farwell to this old earth
Hello my darling Janiree, up in heaven so some say
Where death will never take you from me and we will once again run and play

If it's true I'm a coming I'm a coming
As the angels clear the way
I will always be with you
My Darling Janiree


gardner
8-12-2011

Last Rose

The last rose I gave you still sets there in the vase
The rose and leaves are dry and brittle

I still remember the day I gave it to you
And what you had to say

I loved to bring you flowers
And see the joy they brought

I know you have them in books
scattered through out the house

Some day I will find them
And put them all together

For as long as I have them
I Will have a part of you


Gardner

8-6-2011