Post by pannt51 on Oct 8, 2011 10:49:08 GMT -5
SWEET WILLIAM
By: Patricia A. Turner
I think of him often, especially in the glow of twilight, as my mind recalls those long ago days when I was once a young lady as I look towards the old weeping willow tree down by the railroad tracks with its drooping limbs that had became a haven to me back in those days.
For it was there beneath the willow tree I would stand and gaze down the tracks looking for my first glimpse of my one and only true love to appear, his fine, handsome looks coated in a veil of coal dust after a long, hard day of work in the mines just down the way.
Spotting him just as the evening sun was sinking below the horizon, my heart would race with eager anticipation of that moment when he would stand before me. Oh how I wanted to run into his arms. But a proper young lady doesn’t make such a bold move, my mama had always told me, so I would just stand there waiting for him.
Then, stepping from the shadows of that old willow tree, he and I would stand face to face, our eyes searching the other as we both wondered at that thing people called love. Slowing reaching his hand for mine, my sweet William would pull me as close as he dared as our two hearts beat together. “My dear sweet angel” he would whisper as if he wanted not a single soul to hear his words. “Someday soon we will wed and you will be mine forever” he had pledged.
“Yes my sweet William, yes. I look forward to that day” I recall saying while so desperately hoping for a kiss from his blackened lips.
Ohhhh! Such sweet precious memories I have of those days beneath the old willow tree now standing deserted and alone, the railroad tracks now gone and only a distant memory.
So, here I sit this night an old and lonely lady left with only the memories of those days along the tracks when I would meet my one and only true love. Such sweet hours were those when he was young and I was too and time seemed to stand still for two people so in love.
As I gaze out the window, the old willow tree visible by the light of a full moon, I look down on the dazzling diamond ring on my left hand which my sweet William placed there one long ago night asking that I be his forever. Ever so happy and thinking that we had all the time in the world to explore our lives as man and wife, little could either of us know how soon forever was to be over.
With tears dripping from my eyes this night I can recall as if it were only yesterday the explosion which had ripped through the mines on a cold, snowy winter’s night, taking my love from me forever leaving me behind to grow old all alone.
By: Patricia A. Turner
I think of him often, especially in the glow of twilight, as my mind recalls those long ago days when I was once a young lady as I look towards the old weeping willow tree down by the railroad tracks with its drooping limbs that had became a haven to me back in those days.
For it was there beneath the willow tree I would stand and gaze down the tracks looking for my first glimpse of my one and only true love to appear, his fine, handsome looks coated in a veil of coal dust after a long, hard day of work in the mines just down the way.
Spotting him just as the evening sun was sinking below the horizon, my heart would race with eager anticipation of that moment when he would stand before me. Oh how I wanted to run into his arms. But a proper young lady doesn’t make such a bold move, my mama had always told me, so I would just stand there waiting for him.
Then, stepping from the shadows of that old willow tree, he and I would stand face to face, our eyes searching the other as we both wondered at that thing people called love. Slowing reaching his hand for mine, my sweet William would pull me as close as he dared as our two hearts beat together. “My dear sweet angel” he would whisper as if he wanted not a single soul to hear his words. “Someday soon we will wed and you will be mine forever” he had pledged.
“Yes my sweet William, yes. I look forward to that day” I recall saying while so desperately hoping for a kiss from his blackened lips.
Ohhhh! Such sweet precious memories I have of those days beneath the old willow tree now standing deserted and alone, the railroad tracks now gone and only a distant memory.
So, here I sit this night an old and lonely lady left with only the memories of those days along the tracks when I would meet my one and only true love. Such sweet hours were those when he was young and I was too and time seemed to stand still for two people so in love.
As I gaze out the window, the old willow tree visible by the light of a full moon, I look down on the dazzling diamond ring on my left hand which my sweet William placed there one long ago night asking that I be his forever. Ever so happy and thinking that we had all the time in the world to explore our lives as man and wife, little could either of us know how soon forever was to be over.
With tears dripping from my eyes this night I can recall as if it were only yesterday the explosion which had ripped through the mines on a cold, snowy winter’s night, taking my love from me forever leaving me behind to grow old all alone.
