I was so moved by a photograph taken a few days before my stepmom's sweet mother of 88 years exchanged her time here for her eternal home. I wanted to put words to paper to reflect my own heart as I think to the future.
What a grace to have a glimpse of such a tender moment, shared by two who have traveled their journey, side by side, for 69 years.
I am filled with such love for my own dear husband, who loves me so well. May God grant us such tender moments and love;
In Our Later Years
When that time comes
and I am old,
and if I remember no more,
and if my eyes look but do not see,
sit with me,
and hold my hand.
Stroke my cheek with your hard worked hands;
hands that have created our life
and saved me from an ordinary world.
Kiss my forehead
if you are still able,
but if you are not,
if your body is bent and frail,
unable to do what was once so common,
then just sit by my side
and touch me.
For I am more
than a collection of memories from better years,
or words once spoken out loud,
Be there with me
in the last silence
sharing space and time
And I will not be afraid;
for I will have your love
and the life you gave me,
which was never commonplace.