The Gift Of Love

 

rosa

 

For fifty years I was his wife,

Partner, lover and friend for life.

We learned that love was ours to give

This made our lives a joy to live.

Our lives were full of usual things,

Like family and all that brings.

The good and bad were ours to share,

And life was fun and problems rare.

We worked to raise our family

And watched them grow up strong and free.

The all excelled at what they did,

Each wonderful, talented, loving kid.

Our hearts were full of pride for each,

As to their goals they strived to reach.

And then in time, with much elation,

They gave to us a new generation.

But life is only temporary

And one sad day death came our way.

It broke my heart to see him go;

That man of mine, I loved him so.

Oh, how I miss so very much

The feeling of his gentle touch,

The smile upon his wrinkled face,

The warmth and thrill of his embrace.

There is no moral to this tale,

Except to say love’s not for sale.

It must be given from the soul

To make, from two, a single whole.

Above all else, he was my friend

And soul mate to the very end.

For those of us who’ve been so blest,

We’ve truly lived and known the best.

By Libby Colterjohn

 

 

Pin It

Add comment

Security code
Refresh

The Dark Side Of The Dream By Alejandro Grattan-Dominguez, Arte Publico Press 434 pages $11.95 US Reviewed by ROB MOHR (Initially published in The
Hearts at Work —A Column by Jim Tipton Mussolini and Family   Most of us do not realize that Benito Mussolini was named “Benito” in honor
Notes From Nestipac By Phyllis Rauch I Love a Parade   Loving parades, I am lucky to live in Mexico. But if you see large groups of people on
A Love Story   Love in Action Orphanage started on a mountain in a potter’s shed. It took love and six years to renovate that shed, and eventually
Hearts at Work —A Column by Jim Tipton “…doing little things for the love of God.”   Brother Lawrence (1611-1691) is best known for the
Wordwise With Pithy Wit By Tom Clarkson   This morning, my pal F.T. – who shared the Iraq experience with me during my third trek there – forwarded
LAKESIDE LIVING Kay Davis Phone: 376 – 108 – 0278 (or 765 – 3676 to leave messages) Email: kdavis987@gmail.com November
Front Row Center By Michael Warren    The Pajama Game By Richard Adler and Jerry Ross Directed by Peggy Lord Chilton Music directed
Every Word  Important By Herbert W. Piekow   Every word a writer writes has meaning yes, sometimes they never get published or the book
LEGERDEMAIN—Italian Style By Jim Rambologna   Enzio Grattani was the Editor-in-Chief of a local rivista (or magazine) in Ajiermo, Italy. Locals
 Find us on Facebook