Book At Bedtime Poem by Frederick Nellist

My life's diary slumbers in my head
It's all there things we done and said
Each night I dream then turn a page
Recalling memories of a bygone age.

I don't allow my diary to gather dust
Or be seen by people I don't trust
You have gone now I still go life's way
Memories get more precious every day.

I must close my eyes to read my book
You smile at me each time I look
I read my book even though it's dark
Your twinkling eyes are my book mark.

No one can sever our unbreakable bond
I open my book and you always respond
On every page dear I hold your hand
The one that wears a gold wedding band.

I caressed your face for over fifty years
My book at bedtime brings me no tears
The days without you are hard to take
My bedtime book closes when I awake.