Which one of us really knows what "love" is. Song writers and poets will tell you one thing. Everyone from philosphers to doctors have a theory. But, in the end, it is whatever each one of us believes in our heart it is. What I think of as "love" today is not what I thought as a young girl. I hope this little story I wrote might explain how I see "love" today..........
They met in the park in mid October.The air was cold and brisk.The sunlight was sweeping over the trees ~ ~ their leaves of gold and crimson were aglow that afternoon.He never saw anyone quite so beautiful. He stopped to talk to her and ask her about her puppy.He found himself going back there the next day to look for her. She was there with her little brown puppy. They each had hoped for this.They sat on a bench and chatted for awhile. He saw the glimmer in her eyes ~ ~ He asked her to have dinner with him......................Was this love??
One year later they were back in the park. The sun was warm and the trees were fragrant, dressed in their springtime splendor. Every little bud in the flower bed was bursting forth in bright colors.There they stood on the small wooden bridge that crossed the pond.They were holding hands as he smiled tenderly at her. She was in a gown of white, all silk and lace.The photographer snapped his last shot ~ ~ He caught the glimmer in her eyes.. They drove off in a long white limo......Was this love??
A decade came and went, but time stood still in the park. They came with a picnic basket and two rosey cheeked children helped to spread a blanket in the grass.He took the crying baby from her and rocked him to sleep while an old brown dog snoozed by his side......Was this love??
The park was still there. In two decades the trees has surely grown much taller. But the flower beds had vanished. The bench was splintered and wearing graffeti. The small wooden bridge across the pond was crumpled, yet the birds were still singing their song ~ ~ He walked along beside her, but she would not hold his hand. She cried about so many things he failed to understand! The children were all grown, each one following their own dream. Their house was empty now and rarely full of laughter and joy. She feared to look in the mirror ... where had her beauty gone? This was not the young girl he found so long ago! Still he reached to take her hand as she wiped away her tears.She gave him a tiny smile, but with a glimmer in her eye.........Was this love??
It wasn't all that long ago, on a bright and sunny day that he was seen crossing the park at noon.His steps were slow, his breathing heavy as he sat down on the bench.He wheeled her chair up close to him and gently took her hand. He gave her pieces of fruit and then he had some too. He straightened the blanket on her knees as he prepared to leave. They couldn't stay too much more ~ ~ It was a very long walk home. ............Was this love??
This story is ending now on a cool and crisp autumn day ..... much like the day it all started. He's standing all alone in the park today. He really cannot see beyond the trees, for his eyes are filled with tears. She was laid to rest just last week and he hasn't been the same. He never had to walk alone. He knows the angels are with her now ~ ~ but he is frail and tired and cannot understand. ~ ~ ~ He doesn't need to worry though, and I will tell you why. A little girl with hair of gold has come to take his hand. She gives him candy and smiles to him with a glimmer in her eye. "Grandpa, let's go home now, so we can have our lunch." ..................This Was Love !!
