I found another treasure! This time, it is in the form of a book of poetry I gave to Mom in 1984 – for Mother’s Day (or so the inscription reads).
Flipping through the pages I came across a poem that Mom and Dad used to quote to each other – at least the first few lines – often even through their marriage that I am familiar with the poem.
Today – a tribute to Bill and Paula and the love they shared.
How Do I Love Thee? (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.