Treasures of the Storm

Treasures of the Storm

My dear husband and I searched through the remnants of our home.
The winds of this dynamic storm played with cars as if they were a toy.
All of our fifty years together began in a garden with a simple love poem.
A beautiful life together our parents sought in vain to destroy.

We walked along crowded beaches and collected many shells.
Our hopes would be to never end each day without a kiss.
An old gypsy with a crinkled face had a special fortune to tell.
Show only kindness, and your life will be filled with bliss.

But time and war made our hearts feel heavy.
A candle in my window was there for all to see.
I went to visit and then waited along the silent, peaceful levee.
I touched the St. Christopher’s medal and made a special plea.

Then one morning I looked for the old love letters.
I wanted to touch the pages and believe he was rewriting me.
My hands were shaking and my eyes became much redder.
I hoped to be finding the misplaced silver key.

Now my husband and I looked over the miles of nature‘s anger.
The storm had left us with few treasures that we could keep.
But when I found my box of letters on top of a pink padded hanger.
The tears of joy were all that I chose to weep.