My Dearest Friend

What is it about this man I love so much,
his winsome personality or loving touch?
What drew me to him in the first place,
mere chance, coincidence, or amazing grace.
What makes a woman fall in love with her man,
some magical moment when he takes her hand?
Oh why should I question and wonder so,
when deep in my heart the answer I know.

Long ago before we met, God had a plan,
for this woman, and this man!
At just the right time to my  surprise,
you looked at me with love in your eyes.
Through changing seasons, together we’ve grown,
and our love has simply gone on and on.
A wonderful father and grandfather you’ve been;
Sweetheart and husband and my dearest friend. 

Updated poem of sweet memories in Luray, VA

Revised December 2018 

9 thoughts on “My Dearest Friend

  1. Thanks dear friends, for stopping by.

    You know I am still learning how to show appreciation for my husband. I had four widow friends look me in the eye a few years ago and tell me how each day is a gift and how I should often tell my husband how I appreciate him.

    Dave’s reaction today, was “uh-oh, I’m out their for all the world to see”. Then he smiled and thanked me for encouraging Him in this way.

    Bless you both!


  2. Love this post, dear Glenda. Your marriage has alway been a WONDERFUL example to me. You’re so gifted with poetry and WORDS. I am sending hugs your way.


  3. Grateful for God’s good plan to unite the two of you to be an inspiration to many. Certainly to us. Sorry, you’re out their for the world to see Dave, but we’re glad you (both) are!


  4. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe, Glenda, this is so sweet! And what a testimony. Thank you for sharing. Praise God for your covenant partner, what a blessing! XO


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