A Poem By Juanita B. Hill

I found the following poem in my Grandaddy's diary. It is written in my Gran's handwriting, so I assume she wrote it and sent it to him.



Just sitting here in my room all alone,
Thinking of you and days gone by,
Listening to the radio's music in low tone,
While I gaze into space & wipe tears from my eyes.

It was only yesterday that we were together,
You & I sitting on top of the world,
Loving & laughing in all sorts of weather,
Not knowing what fate was about to unfurl.


Yes, war has taken you from me dear,
Not for always and for how long we can't say,
It isn't for us to know, but darling don't fear,
God knows best and He has a way.


And when, if you leave this country for lands afar,
I'll pray for you each hour, each day & night,
I love you sweetheart for what you are,
That flame will grow with each day & remain bright.


I don't claim to be a writer or a famous poet,
But these words simple as they may be,
Tells you what the chimes of my heart's beat.