We met as children long ago.
by GREENWOLFE 1962
I can't recall the day.
I was too young to notice then,
It must have been at play.
It's funny how it came to be.
Unnatural, I guess.
God must have just got up one day
In search of souls to bless.
He surely found us oh so young,
But I guess, just in time;
For us to start our journey off
With friendship so sublime.
Soon it made a love affair
Just as we came of age.
Your diary expressed it well,
My name on every page.
As we came of age we vowed
To wed forever more.
Who knew we'd ever live so long
Or what life had in store.
We had three kids and lost but one,
The sadness of our life.
I guess we had the best of things,
Without much pain or strife.
And as our children moved away,
We did then as we should.
We spent our time in doing things
We always wished we could.
The time just seemed to pass away
Almost before we knew.
But all I know is what there was,
I spent in loving you.
I know you did as well my love,
It showed in many ways;
The way you always touched my arm
And held your loving gaze.
Yes, it's funny how it came to be,
And how it is somehow.
We never have done things alone.
At least, until right now.
We've been as one so very long,
How can we be apart?
And how will it continue on,
The beating of my heart?
I hope that God may soon arise
As He did once before.
And bless our souls just one last time
By calling home one more.