* THE FORGE *
Youth knows not love
Only the seed
Starry-eyed bliss
Fulfills their need.
Love starts to grow
In a mothers eye
Planted there
By a baby's cry.
Love's roots grow deep
As babes are fed
His willing hands
Earn daily bread.
Love's leaves are green
As family grows
Unspoken pride
Between them glows.
Love reaches bloom
When duty's passed
Abiding there
Revealed at last.
Love stretches forth
To reach the sun
Two hearts are wed
And become as one.
Love fadeth not
For man and wife
Stronger than steel
Forged by life.
I believe, no two people truly know love until they have been together for many years. In our case 64 years. In the young, love is mostly physical attraction. As they grow older, love becomes spiritual, as well. Comment by my poet daughter: "well it does have a great economy of words." ....smile JH
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* THE SONGS OF MY HEART *
Why do the songs of my heart remain
Recorded but yet unsung
Soft music composed for waiting ear
A concerto ne'er begun.
Why do the loves of my heart remain
Sequestered and unshared
While loved ones, patiently, stand and wait
For signal that I cared.
Why do the joys of my heart remain
Diminished, as an ebbing tide
Not bursting forth, to fall as rain
On others close beside.
The songs of my heart will always remain
Longing to be free
Until I loose the shackles of pride
That life has placed on me.
To remind me.......JH
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* THE ENCHANTED WOOLIES *
There's magic in the air
Above the Irish sea
Scattered there by Leprechauns
Or so it's told to me.
Upon a recent wintry night
A plane was England bound
Two little girls, both dear to me
Were sleeping, oh so sound.
But look! Their woolies are astir
Bewitched beyond a doubt
They're floating now outside the plane
And dancing all about.
By magic, Leprechauns appear
And elfin people too
All are dressed in velvet green
Black hat and buckled shoe.
Then Erin's pipes from far below
Play a lilting Irish tune
And all joined in the dancing
Till the waning of the moon.
The woolies hastened to return
To their accustomed places
In time to see the little ones
Awake with shining faces...I'll bet
They quickly donned their woolies
And laughing all the while
Unaware of Irish magic
And the spell of Erin's isle.
I think I know the secret
Of that ancient Irish spell
I'll tell you if you promise
Em and Pip you'll never tell.
When,ere, they wear their woolies
Sure as elephants ears are big
No matter what they try to dance
Their feet will only jig....Irish that is
So wear your caps and woolies
No magic needed there
In all of England, you will be
The most enchanting pair. ....that's for sure!....
My wife knitted both Emma and Pippa a fishermans cap and sweater (woolies) to take home to England......JH
Great Granddaughter Courtney
Edythe knitted all of her grandchildren and great grandchildren beautiful fisherman's sweaters. She excelled in all types of knitting,and needlepoint art work.
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THANKS
Thanks for yet, another year.
Thanks for all you do
Thanks are, really, not enough
For me, to say to you ....
Thanks for looking after me.
Thanks for caring, too
Thanks for being, close enough
To know that " I Love You " ....JH
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