My grandparents are the two most wonderful people I know. Their love is far better than any storybook or fairytale. I have spent the last 5 months watching them say their farewells as he faced death from a very rare cancer. They faced this, as they did everything, with great faith and perseverance. It was such a privilege for me to be able just to watch them together, especially during their last days together in the Hospice facility. Those moments are so precious to me, treasures that will never be forgotten. This poem is a poor attempt to portray and honor the love they shared and the blessing they are to me.
With Arms of Love
She rubs his head and combs his hair,
He barely speaks, but knows sheís there.
He knows her voice and knows the touch
Of his dear wife he loves so much.
Upon his brow she lays her cheekó
Whispered words of love she speaks.
He reaches out, her hand to take,
She lifts it gently to her face.
He longs for peace, and so she prays
For peace and mercy His last few days.
Though she hates to see him pass,
She knows that death is not the last.
So, her last gift to him is given,
Permission to travel on to heaven.
As I think of them, their love must be
What God intended love to beó
Selfless, serving, faithful, true;
Putting the other ahead of you.
They may never fully know
How deeply this heart loves them so,
And what a blessing itís been for me
Just to sit and watch them be.
Iíve watched one saint prepare for Home,
And another prepare to carry on.
I never thought that death could be,
As sweet as now it seems to me.
They tightly cling unto their faith,
And face these days firm in Godís grace.
Though death has made both bodies weak,
Their faith stands strong, lives boldly speak
Of the faithfulness of their God above,
Who sustains them both with arms of love.