She’s Beautiful to Me
She lay there in the coffin as her husband explained the way in which she passed. An injection in the middle of the night to help ease the pain, a drink of water to ease her thirst and the end came in silence. He said it was the first time he couldn’t seem to make it better. He said he always, over the years, could make it better if she had an ache or pain but this time was not to be the case. He seemed lost in the thought staring at her lifeless body and in the midst of it he said softly...“She’s beautiful, to me.”
They married in 1951 and I‘m sure just before he asked for her hand he must of thought... “She‘s beautiful to me.” Her life would be the definition of suffering in so many ways and through it all their love held fast. When she gave birth to her children exhausted and tired I’m sure he looked at her and thought... “She’s beautiful, to me.” Despite the lines of age and pain that ultimately would etch her face...“She’s beautiful, to me”. Even as she lay helpless with the end on the horizon unable to sooth her suffering...“She’s beautiful, to me.” As the Almighty welcomed her into the glory of Heaven he took her in his loving arms and said...“She’s beautiful, to me.”