The Story Behind the Poem: The Power of Love

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    I fell in love with Bill in1991 but I was married, I loved my husband and children so I didn't want to have an affair or get a divorce. We went our separate ways and didn't meet again until 2009 and 2010 briefly and only as friends. I pretty much put him out of my mind. In 2015 Bill was in Las Vegas and I was in San Francisco but we had a phone conversation which very much put him back in my mind. I realized that I didn't really have any pictures of him (I had one photo which was a full staff photo that he and I were both in from 1990.) 

     Bill and I were able to get together in 2020 after my husband died. I made sure to take a picture of him then. We were soon engaged and I got the photo printed out and framed and put it on the book shelf by my bed. Bill was still in Las Vegas and I was now in Beaverton, Oregon. One night I looked at the photo and realized that I was grinning widely just looking at it. Thus the poem was born. I think that there is much more power to love than what I mention in this poem but that was the title I chose.


The Power of Love           (written 13 April 2020)


I put your picture by my bed

I see it when I turn my head

I feel a smile bloom on my face

Just to see you in my space

Where once there was a lonely heart

Now love says that we'll never part

This is the power that love can give

It makes us know that we can live

Now I'm grinning ear to ear

Just to see your picture here!



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