I remember the fate filled day, <br />I opened that old tome. <br />Serendipity is the way, <br />We find our true heart's home. <br /> <br />The History of Ohio! <br />What an unlikely place <br />To find the one I now know, <br />Would give my heart no peace. <br /> <br />The poem was quite commonplace <br />Really not one of her best. <br />Yet in it still I found a trace <br />That sent me on a quest. <br /> <br />I found her verse strewn here and there <br />Her name and story sometime told. <br />Of her pictures just one fair <br />One young and three quite old. <br /> <br />Her eyes stopped me, stopped my heart. <br />If turned my way they'd see me clear, <br />Through the years that do us part. <br />One hundred years can seem so near. <br /> <br />Her verses are that timeless kind, <br />That give few clues to when she was. <br />Her eyes looked forward and behind <br />To what might be; of what man does. <br /> <br />Her soul I find within her words, <br />A spirit sad and so alone. <br />Her love of nature, love of birds, <br />I share, and reading, 'Edith' moan. <br /> <br />How I wish I could have known, <br />And cherished living her sweet life. <br />Her story'd melt a heart of stone <br />The loves she lost; her paupered strife. <br /> <br />But she happened long ago, <br />Her verse is all that's left of her, <br />So Edith I will never know, <br />Not so, I love that's best of her.<br /><br />Paul C. Maybury Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-for-edith-m-thomas/
