By Lynn Hamilton-Rutherford
Date: 3 November 1999

then and now ...

I remember so well,
how it was when,
Two strangers slowly,
turned to friends.
A look, a smile,
a laugh, a glance.
A note on my window:
He took a chance.

An icecream fight,
lunch on the grass,
Developing pictures,
right after class.
Reading the Bible,
together in church,
A passage of scriptrue,
together we search.

We flew kites in March,
on a hill we called ours,
And left watermelon seeds,
amongst the wild flowers.
I sometimes go there,
and I smile when I see.
A watermelon patch,
beside hole number three.

The sound of his guitar,
on a dark rainy day,
I'd live without sunshine,
to just hear him play.
Wrestling on lawns,
by the light of the moon,
And then saying "good-bye",
on that morning in June.

I look back and sigh,
at this time that I know,
When I was his girl,
and he was my beau,
And thank God for what,
he could never allow,
For I'd gladly trade then,
for what I have now.