Gripping tightly to invisible ropes leaves burns on sweating palms when all is finally let go
And by all I foolishly pretend to know the pain of such slippery surrender
But I have not lost a husband
I have not lost a home
I have not lost a faith
I have lost neither hope nor love
Yes there are days and weeks and months which feel as though I may
Grown children scatter making ways into unknown worlds
And because the bonds of love are strong they come
To remember grandfathers
To visit grandmothers
To share the burdens of graying parents and to help rearrange the furniture one more time
To eat the favorite foods, to walk the family farm, and to sleep in familiar beds
But in time all will be released
Mothers and fathers
Husbands and wives
Children and children’s children
Some sooner and some later
Some with understanding and others through reasons never to be known
Our hands will let go, our grips will fail
And these three will remain:
Faith, Hope, and Love
And the greatest will always be Love
💕😘love you
Love you, too.
This may be my favorite!
Thanks, Ruthie!