Not too long ago I wrote a poem to my love Naida called, A Love Poem for Seniors. I later reposted it in my blog, Papa Joe’s Tales, Fables, and Parables (https://papajoesfables.wordpress.com/2022/01/29/todays-poem-a-love-poem-for-seniors-by-trenz-pruca/) and again in Daily Kos (https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2022/3/15/2086213/-Today-s-Poem-A-Love-Poem-for-Seniors-by-Trenz-Pruca). In the comments to the Daily Kos post someone who signs himself Wolfound, a poet in his own right, sent me two delightful poems. They are wonderful and put mine to shame. I have never read a greater testimony to love. Enjoy:
You have combined the love of nature with the love for the person who walks in this life beside you. What a beautiful poem. I would like to share two poems with you. I may have sent them to you already. If so, forgive me. Forgetting is my new hobby and I’m getting good at it.
In 2005 I wrote a poem, In the Glowing of Fall to give my wife on Valentine’s Day.
In the Glowing of Fall
I want to be with you when the red leaves fall,
when the frost returns and the high geese call.
When the spring has passed with its innocent ways
and memories now hold our warm, summer days.
I want to share a fire when stars sting the night
and the dark hills hide all else from our sight.
When, with soft tyranny, smoke demands our tears
and we remember other nights, fires, and years.
I want to hold your hands and warm them in mine
as I drink, with you, the last of life’s sweet wine.
I want to be with you in the glowing of Fall,
when the frost is here and the last geese call.
Three years later, in the Adirondacks, I was putting my kayak away when Kathy came out of the camper crying. Typical husband, I thought, Oh crap, what have I done now. She handed me a scrap of paper with a poem scribbled on it and said, “I just dreamed this”. She had written papers in college for her teaching degree, but she had never written a poem. This is the only poem she has written and she dreamed it.
At Winter’s End
I want to be with you
as wind passes through the trees…
and the rain falls lightly
like tears onto the earth.
I want to be with you
when our work here is done…
and our hearts beat no more
for others to hear.
I want to be with you
as we pass through Death’s gate…
into the light
of eternal peace.
I want to be with you
as forever becomes part of our existence…
and we live only
in others’ memories.
I want to be with you
at winter’s end…
When we walk on God’s shore
hand in hand as the lovers we’ve always been.
I hope you enjoy them.
And I know you will enjoy them as much as I did.