A Little Piece Of The Past

15 Jan 2012 1 Comment

by pickyforwords in Random Tags: life, love poems, old poems, poems, the past

I have these old books of poems that used to belong to my grandfather (but he probably got them from his sister).  I have made some of them into art and other are just sitting around.  I rarely read them, but today I was just looking through one I had sitting on my dresser.  I flipped through some pages, not really reading, and it popped open, as books do, to a spot that had been bookmarked with a newspaper clipping.  It wasn’t the page that was bookmarked that interested me, but the clipping, which was browned with age and had stained the two pages it was sandwiched between.  The clipping was a love poem.

The poem read:

No One Else Can Take Your Place

I MISS you, darling, but I must
Be patient every day
And keep my courage up as long
As you must be away
It is not easy for me while
I walk in loneliness
Because I love you, and you are
My every happiness
I see you in the sun and moon
And all the stars that shine
And in my heart that loves you so
I know that you are mine
But there is never any thought
Or dream to take the place
Of your endearing self in my
Affectionate embrace
Nothing and no one else on earth
Could mean so much to me
As you are all I want in life
And you will always be

It may not come as a surprise to some of you that I cried at this…  This leaves so many questions for me.  Why did she pick this poem?  Why did she put it in the book?  Did she write it?  Was it just one of her favorites?  So many things I will never know!  But it is particularly neat when I find little artifacts such as these that I can wonder about.

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