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Sunday, December 7, 2014
How could they now be in this place?
Their lifetime together was great for the most part---one could say,
Until their first child died at birth---it broke their hearts--- that sad day.
They worked the farm side-by-side,
Together they raised their seven boys
who---were their heart-felt pride.
The boys knew the labor of a farm,
They worked with their dad who also
taught them the land’s charm.
“Sons you have to respect the land and give it
what it should need,
or your farming efforts will not succeed.”
“Treat it like your Sweetheart, give her tender
care, feed her, and water
her---sweet talk her, so she will germinate your seed,
My Sons---this land is all you will ever need.”
Each evening at sunset Jim and Alice walked the path
to the pond hand-in-hand,
She was his woman and he was her man.
Their love was never threaten by cheating thoughts or
When they said “I do” it was without a retraction.
He called her “Mother” after the children came,
Growing up they never heard her first name.
The children heard them laughing, and saw them
As they talked and walked to their “Sweetheart Seat”
he made her years ago in their beginning plans.
He stopped and kissed her red and wrinkled hands
because they were lovely to Jim,
She held his hard callus one---she held on tight---as
she sang his favorite hymn.
He whispered her name, “Alice I love you with all my
heart and soul.”
She whispered back, “Jim, my darling I will love you
even after we are in the ground cold.”
The years flew by as the sons became men,
Five sons left the farm---to never farm again,
Two of the youngest stayed with their Mom
To farm and harvest and reap from the land,
These two young men took a farmer’s stand.
So they were never alone,
Happily in the summer their grandchildren
Jim's health failed first,
The sons got him a nurse.
Then the hospital time came next after his
The ambulance took Alice who rode with
her Jim that day,
she meant with him she wanted to stay.
She held his old wrinkled callus hand and kissed
As the pain in her heart---did linger.
The seven sons stood at the end of his bed,
and each in turn kissed him bye on his cold forehead,
Then the doctor came in and said it was time for
Alice to leave---she refused and talked to her Jim
until his body was dead.
“My Darling Jim, take my hand and walk with me
And wait for me when you get to Heaven’s Door.”
“Walk slowing Jim and I will be there soon.”
The next day they found Alice in her bed she
had died in the late afternoon.
On their gravestones it read:
“Walk Slowly and Wait for Us”
And under was written each son’s name
And just baby for the one they lost.
The grandchildren faithfully visited and put
Sunflowers and Lavender Roses on Jim and
When life ends on earth one’s spirit goes to the
land of the braves.
Each grandchild now grown with children of their
own---each child like a clone,
Making sure their lives will never be alone.
All the loves and joys,
From above are passed on to the great-grand boys.
Because loving spirits revisits their love ones on earth,
Until each are joined by them---for a rebirth.
Families’ devotion spins around in a circle of everlasting love,
Deeply blessed by---ancestors who are smiling from above.
PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.
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