A Poem for the Queen

Poem below was
written for the Queen

A Poem for the Queen

A Poem Written for the Queen of England

Fifty years have come and gone…
Since the two of you were wed…
‘’Twas in Westminster Abbey…
Where the “I do’s” were said…
It was a cold day in November…
Of nineteen forty-seven…
When the two of you joined together…
A royal marriage made in heaven…
You have honored each the other…
Over all the years…
At times the road was rough…
And there were many tears…
It’s rather sad that royalty…
Is not allowed emotion…
I’m sure that there are sorrows…
Enough to fill an ocean…
Though the waters have been troubled…
And darkness fell around…
You had your love and memories…
To keep your feet upon the ground….
May God look down upon you…
And shower you with love…
May you always feel his presence…
And his blessings from above…
May the golden colors of the sunset…
Forever grace your life…
And may you be blessed forever…
As a husband and a wife…

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

Side By Side

In October of 2003, one of my brothers passed away unexpectedly. Then March, my Mother was called to her heavenly home. My Father after having been married to her for 65 and 1/2 years, was so devastated he lived only 15 days without the love of his life. He went to join her on the 17th of March. They had spent their whole life together side by side. Wherever they were they were next to each other. Three years earlier my Mother had colon cancer surgery. She was very, very ill and we did not expect her to live through the surgery. But she came through it like a trooper!! We all took flowers to our precious Mother, but my baby sister, Patti, took her a plant. It was a miniature rose bush. There were two bushes in the same pot. A white one and a peach one. After the blooms died Mother said, “Patti take this home and care for it. I don’t want it to die.” And Patti did just that. Carefully watering, feeding and nurturing the plant. But to no avail. It never bloomed again. Three days after our Mother died Patti was watering the plant and talking to Mother. She said, “Mother I need to know that you are okay. If you are, put a bud on this bush!” Two weeks later there was a bud on the once barren bush. Within a few days my father died. My granddaughter Alexis said, “Nana! Tell Grandma to put a bud on the bush for Grandpa if he is okay!” Two weeks after that there was a bud on the other bush. Then another bud appeared which we figured Mother was telling us our brother was with them. After that five more buds appeared. Making a total of eight, the number of people in our family.
I wrote this poem in honor of my parents and their devotion to each other.

Two Tiny Roses

Two Tiny Rose Bushes by Jeannie Nourse

Side by Side

Two tiny rose bushes…
Growing side by side…
Passing time left them barren…
Three long years since their beauty…
Graced the small single pot they lived in…
Two people lived as one…
Side by side…
They spent their whole life together…
Side by side…
Not apart from each other…
At any time by choice…
She was called home…
And he was alone…
His life was barren…
He couldn’t go on without her…
He left his worldly home…
To be in heaven with her…
Side by side…
And now in the garden …
A rose bud blooms…
On each little bush…
Side by side…

© Jeannie Nourse April 2004