This beautiful poem was written for a granddaughter 27 years ago. The years flew by; Grandmother never got around to having the piece put down on proper paper until, yes.... the wedding day! She intended it, she's just a little late, says she:)
When I read the lovely, heart-filled words, it sounded to me like a page from a book, a child's book, or a nursery rhyme book that should have a beautiful whimsical, simple illustration to ride along with it....one with mountains, far away, like your granddaughter's wedding day seems when she's just an infant:) And there's a tree.... the tree of life, with leaves being blown off by the breeze and away, like years that blow by one after another, nearly without notice until one big day.... when she announces that she wants to marry. Where did time go?
This will be such a special gift.... somehow the timing seems perfect.