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HEATHER

 

Heather Colwell Bryan’s the name.

If that seems odd, Dad and Mom are to blame.

Heather is some kind of wild flower, I guess,

To be a botanist, you see, I don’t profess,

But that’s what they call me just the same.

Colwell I know a bit more about;

Pop’s Mom was one, that much I’ve found out.

Good people. Those Colwells,

Though some I’ve not met,

The girls changed their name (Uncle John hasn’t yet.)

Believe I’ll keep mine for all of life’s route.

My last name’s just like William Jennings Bryan.

(All three would be, if I’d been a boy – no lyin’.)

So there you have it, my names complete,

Until at the altar (D.V.) my husband I meet.

And that’s too far away now for sighin’ and cryin’.

Tweet, tweet.

– eab, 3/20/75

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                  Golden  Days

           

   H  How can one hope to ever present, 

   A  All that’s happened, event to event?      

   P  Pretty high school girl, Winton Woods “date.”

   P  Pretty Tennessee bride, life’s soul mate.

   Y  Young marriage?  Yes.  God, His wisdom sent.

 

 F  Finances were often super tight

 I  In spite of work and homemaker’s might.

 F  Finished (always wed) B. A. degree,

T  Teaching Hobe’s literature was to be.

I  It introduced us to the sea’s sight.

E  Eventually, teaching changed a bit,

T  The Bible became more life’s great “hit.”

H  Helping prepare workers for the field,

 

W  Wishing to increase the Master’s yield,

E  Ended in Friendsville – God’s timing fit.

D  Dining, other duties tired my wife,

D  Dual/triple “chores” consumed my own life.

I   In eighty-five pulled out for AK:

N  New roads, tent, campsites filled every day,

G  God’s given pleasures, only slight strife.

                 

  A  Andrew, Lincoln, Laura, and Heather

  N  Nested in Bryan’s nest together.

  N  Nice to each other, nice to Mom, Dad,

 I  In times when little was all we had.

 V  Vacations? – with long or short tether.

 E  Eventually each sought/found a mate.

 R  Rightly, their finds would be hard to rate,

 S  Seventeen “grands” bless Martha and me,

 A  A few near, but most “over the sea.”

 R  Rich we are – this side heaven’s grand gate.

 Y  Yield (all!) so you’ll live beyond the blue.

   

 B  Babe, you’re good for me, hope me you.

 A  Always ‘member, I’ve loved you always.

 B  Blessings on our own fiftieth days.

 E  “Edgar and Martha,” happy “young” two.                  

  – eab,6/23/11

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H A P P Y   B I R T H D A Y

 

 

 

T O   O U R

 

 

D E A R   H E A T H E R  ! ! !

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