Author & Poet

The dainty silken handkerchief,

Trimmed with soft blue lace,

Held tender, loving memories

Time could not erase.

 She wiped her tears of happiness,

On her wedding day,

With the very precious “something blue”,

That she carefully put away.

Throughout the years she cherished it,

And every now and then,

She’d press the hanky to her cheek,

Then put it away again.

 On the birth of each of her children,

She kept the hanky near.

For she knew the joy of motherhood,

Was sure to bring a tear.

Sometimes the greatest riches,

Are the hardest things to see,

Like the hanky in the faded box

My grandmother left to me.

But when my mother explained the gift,

With my wedding day in sight,

I knew it would be my “something blue”,

That I’d treasure the rest of my life.

© Annabel Sheila

You are always that soft shoulder,

When I need a place to lay my head.

You are the one who blocks the punches

Life constantly seems to throw at me.

Where there are dark shadows,

There is always the light of your love.

When the world is a tempest

You give me sunshine and blue skies.

No matter how much it rains,

You bring rainbows to my windowsill.

Every time I stumble, you steady me,

And give me the courage to move forward.

There have been times when I would have given up,

But you insisted we walk together, hand in hand.

I need you to know, that not a day goes by

When I don’t appreciate all that you are.

You helped me become who I am,

And for that, my precious love

I am eternally grateful!

Your love has been a lifeline in stormy seas,

And it has always been a haven to me.

A soul mate is like a perfect rose

That blooms forever in your garden.

You, my love, are that rose,

And my garden has never been more beautiful!

© Annabel Sheila