The right words, at the right time: Lessons from the past

A love poem recently found was written by my late Great Uncle Wally to his new wife Ruth – Christmas 1973.  This poem  begins in sadness, but please read on, it ends in utter joy.

These words must have had such an impact on this new marriage, this new relationship – words full of  hope, possibility and absolute honesty.  And what timing!  As they ventured forward in this new relationship, these initial words must have shown his new wife how open and honest her new partner would be with her.  Such a support to this union, and obvious blessing to them both.

I sometimes thought we loved too much,

my lovely wife and I;

For we shared a love that didn’t wane

as many years slipped by.

We were indeed a unit, sharing laughter

joy and tears

As we trod along Life’s pathways those

many, many years.

Then cam that awful day when she

could no longer stay

It seemed my life must end when the

angels beckoned her away

My life, which had been beautiful

lost suddenly all flavor

And I was sure that never more would

I know Happiness’ savor.

For months I drifted, my search for

Happiness sometimes drastic

But the fun I had and those I met

seemed merely to be plastic

Things which used to make me laugh

weren’t “Happenings” anymore

And I admit, to those I met, I must

have seemed a bore

Then, miraculous it seemed, a light came

shining through.

The clouds of Loneliness parted:  Fate introduced me to you.

I’m sure it must have been ordained by the

Master up above

For suddenly, with clarity, I knew you were sent

for me to love.

Now the Sun shines bright again; birds sing

a sweeter tune:

My wintry life has taken on the beauty and

loveliness of June

This is my way of saying, Dear, to you my sweet,

new wife

That you’re more than just a wife to me –

you are indeed my Life.

Author: Wally Symons

Our communities are built on one relationship at a time.  Perhaps the lessons learned here, is that we should readily offer our words with care and thoughtfulness:  making sure the timing and choice of words are appropriate to achieve the greatest outcome of each situation.

Note:   Wally Symons at the age of 13 years and 6 months – only photo we have of him.  Given permission to share this poem by my mother.