It was our summer time
A thunderstorm had just passed
Bringing warm clear blue skies
Laura and I walked in our youth
Happiness held in our carefree hearts
As we walked and we sang a surprise we did spy
Crossing the road ahead we could see
The greatest mud puddle lay still and untouched
The muddy silt was smooth like a pudding
There were no lumps or rocks not even bumps
The smooth golden red mud laid waiting for us
Laughter ensued and the mud did fly
We romped and played in the deep muddy flow
Delight was found as we covered every inch
The golden red clay’s allure was so completely entrenched
Falling down laughing we sat in the middle
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Raising our arms and eyes up as to capture the skies
We experienced pure joy and our freedom was real
A memory to treasure forever that day
Many moments have passed since that mud puddle day
Moments of sadness and love have all passed away
Too soon Laura passed leaving a great emptiness
Her memory kept close as the years swept away
Now that my body can no longer romp
I remember our time in the great muddy swamp
Oh to be able to hold on to pure joy
To capture the feelings of freedom we found that day
Only I tell the story of our great muddy play
I alone hold the memory of that mud puddle day
IN 1961 LAURA DIED OF ACUTE LEUKEMIA SHE WAS JUST TWENTY ONE SHE LEFT A BABY DAUGHTER BEHIND WHO WOULD NEVER KNOW OF HER MOTHERS HAPPY AND JOYFUL SPIRIT AND THE FRIENDSHIP SHE SHARED WITH A FRIEND WHO STILL MISSES HER
