Coddled by love, sweet cherished moments find

Hand clasped in hand there nestled by the fire;

Life’s fondest joys now flicker through the mind

While ardent tears to wistful eyes aspire;

I gaze upon the hearth and ruminate

On peaceful nights I held you in my arms,

The child of holy love we did create…

Remembered smiles that still my spirit warms.

I see upon the coals a fading light

Reminding me of youthful days fair passed,

Beneath the glim, orange embers do bedight

A glowing comfort to grey somber ash.

Love is the spirit of the life it bore—

The pyre’s essence of the flames it wore.