[this photo is of me -in yellow, with my family in the back line...hubby, son, me and daughter. And in front reverence, my parents, on their 55th wedding anniversary. Soon after, my mother had her first of many strokes which would eventually take her life- picture is old, some 20+ years ago. Our son is now working on getting his doctorate in History, and our daughter has given us two grandsons---one of which is 18 this year!!! Golly, I'm getting old. :o)]
The poem I composed is entitled:
LOVE BECKONS TRUE©
More than half a century their love was.
At a baseball game they met.
Schoolmate and brother ushered acquaintance.
Mother....
Flaxen hair she had.
Blue eyes, glittering in the sun.
Father asked his friend....
Do you know her?
Sure! She's my sister, Mother's brother replied.
I'll introduce her. But, wait.
Wait 'til the end of inning one.
Mother...
Flirtatious? Yes, indeed.....and, why not?
Hmmmmm she thought. This guy,
a man of such competence, he's gotta be fun!
He was a find, what we can call hot!
Father....
Dark hair parted in the middle. Dapper,
dressed to the nines.
Father & Mother....
Wow! This one, yes this one...
He/She just hasta be mine.
Love grew.
Sacred vows were declared.
Still.....
Life together was not always a ball game.
Work mixed with laughter.
Hardships, good times, days mixed with tears.
The harder they worked, the more they laughed.
And stronger their bond became.
Years passed....
I grew to adulthood.
Didn't acknowledge the affection they shared.
Too busy all wrapped up in myself.
No, I didn't bother. Never cared.
As age turned into decades.
I realized something dear.
Their life was spiritual, so vibrant.
So true to each other.
A union was pledged, unbroken.
All too soon....
The dark hair parted in the middle
and flaxen braids disappeared.
Even a paunch for a belly was seen.
Golden curls were replaced with silver strands.
Years passed, but their love remained keen.
A third generation was created.
Great grandchildren to indulge.
Warm hearts with open arms & devotion combine.
A house full of happiness, a room full
of love. And...
Most of all, these parents are mine!
Mother left.
Father stayed a while longer.
His lonely heart couldn't handle the loss.
Or maybe in his mind what he felt, was blame.
He left us shortly thereafter.
No more sorrow he was in.
They're again eternally together.
Now watching us below, at our own "ball" game.
And their daughter....?
Gone are those days now.
I am told time heals all, tears shed in vain.
The loss will never leave me.
This sorrow will always remain.
But I now, the one with no care,
relive daily the memories galore.
Today, for me, their love was true.
With me, it will always be there.
With great admiration
and devotion....
Your daughter, Anni
Copyrighted and written 1999©
--2008
Please do not steal
