In the foyer of my beauteous place-a springtime's day,
In my hall of splendid photographs, on pathways, in play;
In our town of churches, on our host of waterways,
In all the pretty places I have seen in all my days;
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A magnificent fragrance-these lovely lilac blossoms!
The excuisite, soft feel of the cone is exalting;
No great splendor in the grass in springtime
Could ever match or surpass these potent, purple gems.
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He was a handsome little boy in 1926 at age of seven,
With his bib overalls and curly blond head of hair;
He wore knicker pants and more blond curls at age of eleven.
A uniformed Marine he was at twenty-two,
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Intensely I remember him-my husband, soulmate, friend,
Involved we were in living life and laboring till the end;
Invigorated by one another, we multiplied our gain,
Intrigued by love and happiness we covered well our pain!
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My Sentence
In the foyer of my beauteous place-a springtime's day,
In my hall of splendid photographs, on pathways, in play;
In our town of churches, on our host of waterways,
In all the pretty places I have seen in all my days;
In a yard of lilacs and wherever pine trees grow,
In all the darkness I have seen, in every moonbeams glow;
In woods and meadows, on lakes and streams, on a starry night,
In happy hours, on pine needle bed, in darkness and in light;
In cathedrals-sacred portals, even all alone,
In hours of pain, in hours of joy, and all things I have known;
In all the days since first you came to share my love in part,
In all these places all I know is, I love you, dear heart.