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;
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.
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,
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!