The Book

The year was 1912, when God picked up His pen

And in His gilded heavenly book, a story did begin.

He told a tale of happiness, and of a life lived well;

Love and joy and laughter within her soul did dwell.

A theme of creativity, ran all throughout the text

Poems, prose, and puppetry; within her heart expressed.

He wrote of education, and thirst for knowledge too -

A quest to learn about the world, which no one could subdue.

The tale turned to adventure, and travels far and near.

To many a wondrous far-off land she toured without fear.

And then it spoke of caring, and generosity,

With courage of conviction, tempered with mercy.

The story was a tale of love, a marriage heaven-blessed,

Between a man and woman, each other's heart possessed.

He wrote for more than ninety years; filled every single page,

The paper old and wrinkled had yellowed in its age.

God knew that He'd said everything that He could ever write.

His masterpiece was finished, about a life lived right.

He softly closed the cover, and put the book away -

For those who knew and loved her to re-read every day.