Hello, Friends in Poetry!

I have here a poem written by my dad within the last week ... I'm in Roseville, Minnesota, with my grandparents (88 and 91!). A couple of weeks ago my grandmother called me The Lady with the Lamp, and my dad wrote this beautiful piece that is making me cry all over the place :) I wanted to share it here ... Thx, Dad! Much love! -dh

The Lady With the Lamp

When times are tough and we are down, there is a myth of wide renown:

As home fires fade and the kindling’s damp, here comes the Lady With the Lamp.

She brings a warmth and energy, a light that brightens all we see.

As hope returns and spirits rise, we soon begin to realize

The Lady With the Lamp is here to overcome despair and fear,

Reminding us to hope and pray for help to find a better way

To meet the many tests we face, with resolve and steady grace.

The Lady With the Lamp is more than just a maid of local lore.

Her little lamp, though very bright, represents a greater, larger light.

And though we may not understand the source of every helping hand,

We have a feeling in our heart that her compassion is a part

Of a universal earthly love that we were given from above.

Life is full of mysteries that compensate for frailties,

And one to help us up the ramp is the Lady With the Lamp.