CAMP HAPPY
It was many and many
seasons ago
at a summer camp
by the name of Happy.
There was a beautiful young counselor there
by the name of Merry.
She was a child
and I was a child,
counselors
to children less fortunate than we
to children with less possessions than we.
We fell in love
with blessings from above
me and my beautiful Merry.
We married quite young
and struggles we made into fun
me and my beautiful Merry.
When sickness befell her
the Angles beheld her
and delivered her
to a Kingdom away from me
to a Kingdom far away from me.
All day it seems
I keep having these dreams
of my beautiful, beautiful Merry.
So now I reside
mostly inside
with wonderful thoughts
of my beautiful, beautiful Merry.
With thoughts of
my beautiful Merry.
“Tom Fenning”
2004
E.A.Poe helped with this poem.
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This is beautiful, yet sad. Sounds like she was a wonderful person.
david, thank you. I am a lucky man to have had such a great wife, mother and friend.