An Ever Open Book
by Richard John Scarr
Our life's book began when I met you.
Countless pages recorded in time.
All the good things, some bad some indifferent.
All the shared things that
gave our lives rhyme.
You were more than my wife, my darling.
You were always the best friend I had.
I couldn't bear you be grief filled and lonely.
And give thanks it was I left here sad.
So I won't close the book on our story.
Or tuck it away up on the shelf.
I'll let it lie open at the last
page we turned.
For it reads: "Both in sickness and health."
It's my favorite book, my dearest.
And it's there with me chapter and verse.
to love and to cherish.
Till death, and for better or worse.
It's the most wonderful book ever written.
And we wrote is as one, you and I.
I'm waiting for it's happy ending.
And that too will come, bye and bye.
And though I'm left here alone and grieving.
I will not let our life's story
For there's part of it still to be written.
The last chapter has yet to be penned.