When We Were Young
Her hand trembled just a little,
Her aging,
withered hand,
What it held, so valuable,
Few folks would
understand.
A tarnished frame - a faded photo,
Too light in weight
to measure,
Yet almost too heavy for that hand,
Which held it like a
treasure.
She couldn't see the picture well,
Her eyes
had dimmed a lot,
But she knew the frame by feel,
And it gave her pleasant
thoughts.
Oh, she s'posed the frame should go,
Perhaps time to be
replaced,
Yet it was a gift from him,
And it still held his handsome
face.
The frame now older than he was,
When they
sent him off to war,
And the photo now much older, too,
Than he ever was
before.
She wished she could see it better,
Though
she knew it well by heart,
Not a furrow in his forehead,
Not a wrinkle -
not a mark.
Well, she had enough for both of them,
She
smiled through her tears,
Would he love her, if he saw her now
After all
these many years?
Every wrinkle - every crinkle,
Every crease
and every line,
Respectable, honorable medals,
Merited and earned through
time.
Blue veined, thin skinned - such fragile
cover,
Translucent, too; he'd see inside,
And love her just as much or
more,
As the day she was his bride.
No, she'd hang on to that old frame,
She
raised it slowly to her lips,
Though tarnished, stained, and smudged,
She
gave it a gentle kiss.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
(Copyright May
2003)
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Hands are worn and weathered
Heart stays young with
years
Holding on to treasures
Though life with love and tears
Remembrances of treasures
They find their way each
day
Precious are these memories
They never fade away
Turn around we see them
Like movies in the past
Moving
oh so swiftly
They've moved along too fast
Yet we see reflections
Young with love so bright
Sharing
all their day dreams
Clinging in the nights
Faded are the photos
That give us sense of
time
Searching for the days of old
When life was in their prime
Hold on to the photo
It brings that gentle smile
Keeping
all our memories
That makes life so worthwhile.
~ Francine Pucillo ~
Copyright May 27, 2003
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A time for love, a time for sorrow
Live for today, love for tomorrow
music "I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU"
page by granidee
October 3, 2003
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them
as they protect us. Bless them
and their families for the selfless
acts they
perform for us in our time of need.
Amen."
If God brings you to it ----
- he will bring you through
it