Love comes lately

Love comes lately in ways I do not seek,

Heartwarming and rich, 'though in manner meek.

I am surprised by its intensity,

That I could feel so much, and so easily.

Your face glows kind in the winter sunshine,

As you stretch out your hand, giving me much

Joy, making me feel at home as we dine,

Every meal a celebration as such.

Even in spring when you were not yourself,

You thought of me, despite your failing health.

As we drank in the tulips, I felt myself 

Awash in memories, each one untold wealth.

Thinking of you, tears fall like summer rain.

You will always be my sweet Aunt Lorraine.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord

and let perpetual light shine upon her.

Requiescat in pace 

February 23rd, 2010