Going Where the Muses Lead Us

Friday, June 4, 2010

Jeems

My Father, the romantic penned many love poems to my Mother. My Mother, not so romantic tore many of them up. She claimed they were no one's business but hers. Daddy's pet name for Mother was Jeems. Unfortunatly, Mother has yet to explain the origin.

One little word, how sweet the sound.
Jeems. imbedded in my soul.
Catching in my heart, and so down
through the years to come.
More blissful days be spent, with one little girl, Jeems.

These years gone by, so glorious spent.
Love, so honored and true.
Soft, gentle, budding love, so heavenly sent
to you and I.
God's grace, love devine, I thank thee for this Jeems of mine.

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