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
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,
That you’re more than just a wife to me –
you are indeed my Life.
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.