Darling husband of forty years, I think of you often
Amidst my tears
What a wonderful life we had, seldom sad
Filled with happiness and laughter
A grand couple we were, perfect for one another
All this I remember amidst my tears
When our first child was born, the joy we felt, no trace of sorrow
The plans we made for tomorrow
Closely followed child numbered two, and then three
Triple blessings for you and me
Then came the baby; eight years later
Our family complete
We had four daughters. How neat!
Better than diamonds, silver and gold were these girls
Like rare pearls
All this I remember amidst my tears
Now you are gone
I try not to mourn
So I think happy thoughts amidst my tears
Copyright 2001 Ruth Runge
Sometimes in the night, I see the light
Nothing distraught, just clarity of thought
I am not afraid of things that go "bump in the night"
As my soul is enlightened by the Light
Our lives are so involved;
Little time for a problem easily solved
The light of God is brilliant as He guides us on our way
He is there with an answer for each and every day
Darkness usually invokes quiet; not disquiet
A perfect time to hear God whisper to our heart
"I am the Way, the Truth and the Light"
"Follow Me"
"I guarantee"
So when darkness falls
Be not in dismay
Let the Light show you the Way
Copyright 2001 Ruth Runge
He asked, "May I have this dance?"
After a quick glance at blue eyes so unlike other guys
I softly said, "Yes" and we danced
The foxtrot, the jitterbug, a waltz
And a badly done samba
We were so smitten, the lovebug had bitten
We would dance when given the chance
As we matured our steps improved
Onlookers often approved
The foxtrot was smooth, the jitterbug had rhythm
And the waltz was romantic to see
The samba was never to be
When the Lord took him home, I grieved but believed
That we would dance once more as we had rapport
One night in a dream, I found myself on a dance floor
As it was in days of yore
Looking around I met his glance
He soon asked, "May I have this dance?"
And we danced and danced and danced...
Copyright 2001 Ruth Runge
At night I never seem to dream
My dreams are doing my waking day
Will explain if I may
A splendid imagination takes me places
Solves all problems should they arise
Never do I meet my demise
Like Cinderella I enter the ball
In a great hall
Trip and lose a glass shoe
Boo! Hoo!
What am I to do
Homeward bound with a red face
Shame and a feeling of disgrace
Who would ever perceive or believe
The prince would bring the glass shoe to me
Happily ever after would we be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of all
Snow White is said to be
But she is me
Don't you see?
Like Scarlett O'Hara
My home is the fictional Tara
Six white pillars, vines are the fillers
Wisteria grows wild as it did at my Grandmother's when I was a child
Enter my world
Where daydreams unfurl
I promise you glee
Cause to dream is free
Don't you agree?
Copyright 2004 Ruth Runge
Fall is in the air
Bursting into magnificent flair
Leaves of red, rust and gold
Yellow japanese maple that
Can only be described as bold
The cool crisp air of a fall night is a delight
Stars so bright illuminate the night
Sparking the embers of a long ago September
Hark! A mournful coo
Is it you? My turtle dove?
What did you say?
Not yet my love
My work here is not through
Until then, each Fall
When stars spark the embers of a long ago September
At the timbre of your voice will I rejoice
As you have heard my plea
And remembered me!
Copyright 2004 Ruth Runge
I often visualize Heaven's garden
Vibrant flowers of every hue
Foliage lush, emerald as the isle
Stone paths winding through breathtaking beauty
Perfectly placed benches to contemplate the view
Arbors bursting with roses
Flowered vines reaching for the sky
Fresh streams meandering in dense forest
Beautiful cardinals, bluebirds; perhaps a dove or two
And because it's the ethereal world
Adorable cherubs frolicking to and fro
Where senses are heightened
Eyes to see unsurpassed beauty
Nose inhaling tantalizing aromas
Touch caressing the softest flower
Taste savoring delicious fruits
Our perceptions are merely human
As we have no conception
Mortals have never seen this otherworld
Imagination takes us there!
Copyright 2004 Ruth Runge
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