This blog is about my life as a mother and nanna and about my great family.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Ella Wheeler Wilcox
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;But he came instead with a stealthy tread,Which she did not hear at all.She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:In the sweet dim light of the falling nightShe found him at her side.She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eyeWould wake her heart to a sudden glow:She found in his face the familiar graceOf a friend she used to know.She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,And a peace which crowned her life.
Beautiful words Jo-Anne.
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