I rediscovered my grandmother's poetry recently and could not be more elated! She is one that I feel I received my gift of words from. She passed away in May of this year. The day after her birthday. Now my grandfather is having a hard time. It's been six months since Grandma Faithful had been called back up. I feel that theirs is a love story like no other in real life. They were meant to be together on this earth and they will be together again in heaven! They had a holy and sacred marriage. They listened to God's calling. And I want to share a poem of her's I found yesterday...
When we were young we found a time
Of holding hands, then running through fields together.
A time of laughter, health, fun
When you and I were one;
Learning to laugh at, to accept one anothers' idiosyncrasies.
In love, in hope,
In forward looking anticipation as our family grew.
We danced into our life together.
We bottled our love, hope, enthusiasm,
Stored them away in the wine cellar of our hearts.
Cradled in the dark warmth of years.
Now my love the time has come at last, at last,
To break open, to taste the wine
That time has brought to all it's excellence.
Mellowed, full bodied, a hearty bouquet
Just waiting for the day
When we two could bring it to our lips
To drink in the essence of perfection
We have patiently waited for.
Let us grow old together, my darling,
Someday but not now...
Now is a new beginning, like in our youth.
A time of holding hands, and running through fields together.
A time of laughter, health, fun.
You and I are one
Learning again to laugh at, to accept
One anothers' idiosyncrasies.
In love, in hope,
In forward looking anticipation with our family grown.
Come, let us dance into the rest of our lives together!
Come my love, let us begin our love story all over again.