A House Is Not A Home
LVII.
Just a house really isn't a home and a chair really is just a chair without someone sitting there . . . . and I'm sometimes so poignantly reminded of it. . . . Today was such a day.
It's an emotional moment for me. Not so very unusual, but there are some things about it which brought a special focus and touched a special place in my heart. Today it was when I ran across several poems my gentle George wrote toward the end of his life which brought wistful tears to my eyes.
Let me share them with you ~
I languished on the edge
Of evening,
Quietly watching
As the evening slowly
Gave birth to the night.
The sun paused for
Just a moment
On the horizon -
Much like a lady
Entering a lake
- - or a maiden wading carefully
Into womanhood.
______©George Luther Hay
(early in 2008)
The sun fell down
A while ago
And where it went
I do not know.
But now it's gone
Without a trace.
The moon appears
To take its place.
The stars came out
To join with me
In what became
Our reverie.
One plus one
Equal two.
And that's the magic
Of me and you!!
______©George Luther Hay
The work was done,
The end of day.
The stars came out
To light the way.
The hill was steep,
The journey long
The way was filled
With scathing throng.
______©George Luther Hay
A House Is Not A Home
by: Burt Bacharach and Hal David
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one
Sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there
To hold you tight,
And no one there you can
Kiss good night.
A room is still a room
Even when there's nothing there but gloom;
But a room is not a house,
And a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart.
Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
When it ends it ends in tears.
Darling, have a heart,
Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
I'm not meant to live alone.
Turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stair and turn the key,
Oh, please be there still in love with me.
- George's Ships
(A series of pages about my George's WWII Navy days.)