Sarah Turner
Sarah Turner
She was his“love at first sight” girl,
Walked down the aisle
With heirloom pearls and close pin curls
Like something from a faery isle,
The world had not been graced with such a smile
Or such sweetness to make still hearts murmur,
Wedding bells rang through years and miles
For the sweet young Sarah Turner
The summer found its peace,
When winter came
She settled for the things that ceased
Spending long nights with him by open fire
And when the embers died they would retire;
There was no greater happiness than this,
To never grow tired of twilight and what transpired
Content with a canvas and goodnight kiss
But paintings were the only babies she could birth,
Creating sunsets and valleys equal to her splendor
But none of them would walk the Earth;
There’d never been a storm she couldn’t weather,
With every failure her heart strings severed
He took her hand and told her “sorrows heal”
So she took up her brush and aimed to remember
But it no longer had the same appeal
She traded the brushes for fingerpaint
Teaching at the schoolhouse in town
And not once did she breath complaint
Or regret tending to skid knees on the playground,
Their laughter had become her favorite sound;
Her wishing had left her fatigued
But Monday mornings with their glee abound
Helped her to be at ease
Generations passed through her room
All while Sarah’s hair became ivory with age
Years crept on by
Her skin wilted but her smile stayed the same
For her passion did not expire or fade;
She passed in the late July
And so did summer’s greenest days,
A time lovely as her to say goodbye;
All sorrows heal and that’s enough sometimes