My aunt Adelaide sent along this poem today and I thought I would share her words of wisdom… a true love story. She is 89 years old.
I used to think it will be fun
When all my work on earth is done.
I did not realize that I
Do not want to just live and die.
I like to leave a mark
It would be nice
To leave a spark
A spice of life.
My life held both
The long years through
I made an oath
To my partner true.
Every year we spent together
The lessons learned would last forever.
Now when I look back over all those years
I didn’t keep track of our
heart break and fears.
Life seasons are chapters
In the book of our years.
Some pages are wrinkled with laughter
Some pages are torn with tears.
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
Robert A. Heinlein