This is comptine d'un autre l'apres midi. No way can I rhyme this so I made a different name. I hope you enjoy. ShadowFanFicWriter this is made from my memory of us way back then...you know what I mean by that.

Calm winds at night.
A calm and peaceful day.
Leaves blow with the wind so light.
It finds a way.

Please stay calm.
It is a beautiful place.
Magic in your mind and palm.
Leaves dance with grace.

Beauty of the divine.
A calm fall.
As the water droplets shine.
Almost like they call.

A beautiful calm love.
A love story.
About a little dove.
It is made from memory.

A calm and peaceful day.
Baked goods made with love.
A love for this I can't say.
A calm and soft shove.

A few kids run around.
Three maybe four.
A wonderful sound.
A few notes of love I pour.

A love in our past.
Calm storms.
A love at last.
A love that forms.

A calm memory.
A memory of a calm day.
Told in this story.
A story like poem I say.

Whom am I to tell?
A memory engrained in my brain.
I remember them all too well.
As I had a family to gain.

Almost like time has started over.
Another memory of us in my head.
Me in a field holding a clover.
And I baked bread.

I miss those calm days.
What happened to cause.
A calm and soft breeze stays.
Almost like our time has began to pause.

1876 all the way to 1910.
Apparently I was over it by ten years.
It is important to know when.
When the memory appears.

I will never forget our past.
A past over too soon.
I wanted it to last.
But when I'm down I look at the moon.

It shines its wonderful glow.
A soft and calm shine.
Just as time began to slow.
I remember our kids whine.

There names give me a smile.
Three maybe four.
As clear as a sky for a while.
As love in my words are what I pour.

James Adam my sweet.
Remember that name.
As a bird tweets.
You are still the same.

I miss us back then.
It was fun.
It is only a matter of when.
As a calm breeze hits me under the sun.

Jonathan, Maria, and Jack.
These were the kids we had.
I want them back.
I think I'm going mad.

We had two kids who didn't live.
The names are blurry.
The names I will give.
But I have to hurry.

Hurry and remember.
The two little babies are girls.
One was born in April and one was in December.
Now I picture them in twirls.

Everything I say is true.
This all happened my sweet.
The memories like glue.
As you hear a bird tweet.

On a calm winter breeze.
From day to night.
The memories are in a freeze.
Frozen yet their smiles so bright.

I almost want to cry.
A calm winter memory.
I can only hope and try.
As I tell the story.

I remember now my sweet.
They are Emily and Sam and I never lied.
As the birds tweet.
They both were babies when they died.

I have a caring look.
You died because you were sick.
I close this book.
And blow out the candle wick.

The poem like story is over.
I hope it brought you a memory.
As I give you a clover.
I hope you enjoyed the story.