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A New Beginning
by Joan SerratelliWhen she died
Heaven opened up
and there he stood
the man she had married
all those years ago
He smiled and said
"I've been waiting
I died 9 years ago
but my love was still alive"
So, off they walked together
the way they had done
all those years ago
when they were very young
"I've been alone here,
my love, watching you
finish your life"
I know we now have
great grandchildren
who have rounded
out your life"
"But now my wait
is over
and we can start again
Young, healthy, happy
That's how it all began"
The young couple walked away
hand in hand
renewing the life
that they had once shared
03/09/2009
Author's Note: A repost- I deleted it yesterday by mistake!
Posted on 03/09/2009
Copyright © 2025 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/09/09 at 02:06 PM ...good on the re-post! a phoenix, you are!
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| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/09/09 at 03:48 PM Joan, what a sweet vision of the life beyond. I know I'll reunite with my loved ones and they will be without thier pain and inflictions of this earthly life. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/09/09 at 03:57 PM Well, I'm glad I didn't miss it this time around! It's lovely! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/09/09 at 04:18 PM I love happy endings, or I should say, beginning agains. Thank you. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/09/09 at 06:34 PM Here or there, in a timeless frame of mind or caught up in the eternal instant...beginnings are always happening...oops, there's one now! (thought provoking write!) Thanks. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/11/09 at 01:27 AM This is a sweet and sentimental narrative, Joan. I especially like the happy ending. |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 03/12/09 at 04:15 PM I don't believe in an afterlife, but this piece makes me want to believe in it.
Beautiful |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/13/09 at 12:32 PM Its a terrible thing for couples to be seperated
and most especially under conditions in which they have no control. I think we, all of us, wherever we might find ourselves in the story of our lives wish for new beginnings if only to be reunited with the one's we love and lost and despair to see and to be reunited again. |
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