Stephanie Evans

Soft music
an innocent look.
Sweet romance,
as in a story book.

He stole her heart.
She fell in love.
Was this handsome stranger
sent from above?

As she walked down the aisle,
upon her face beamed a smile.
Her hair, a shade of red,
gently glistened upon her head.

'Til death do us part
she softly spoke.
He meant the words.
It was no joke.

As time passed by
the children came.
There was love.
They felt no shame.

They went their separate ways,
yet their thoughts were of each other.
Love resides within the heart,
with no desire for another.

At family outings,
they are found.
There are no sad feelings.
Love doesn't make a sound.

Love isn't always bells and harps.
It is a whisper or a sigh.
Love is caring and true.
There is no goodbye.
Forever Love.

Out in the woods
a distance from the city,
there is a country garden
with azaleas pink and pretty.

They outline the curved driveway
all in a row,
Their sweet smell brings back memories
of a time long ago.

Grandma speaks so softly
Honey, how are you?
as she reaches out to hug
I can't help remembering a love so true.

I can hear grandma in her room
as I listen from the hall,
I remember sweet singing
as she hung a picture on the wall.

Grandma sang praises to God
and she lived it too,
She taught the children love
Gently as we grew.

Grandma filled the house with love
she is tenderly missed,
as I walk through the country house
I remember a precious kiss.

Grandma went to heaven
when the angel came,
I was softly crying
will it ever be the same?

Oh, I love you grandma
tell me, do you know?
I will wait to find out
when it's my time to go.