Comes the Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and sharing a life
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn' 't mean security
and loneliness is universal
And you learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
And you learn to build your hope on today
as the future has a way of falling apart in mid-flight
because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans
yet each step taken in a new direction
creates a path toward the promise of a brighter dawn.
And you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and nourish your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
and you learn that love, true love
always has joys and sorrows
seems ever present, yet is never quite the same
becoming more than love and less than love
so difficult to define
and you learn that through it all
you really can endure
that you really are strong
that you do have value
and you learn and grow
with every goodbye
you learn
Joy Whitman
This poem was from a newpaper clipping found among Mom's imporant papers which we
think she wanted us to find and share
A Poem by Joy Whitman
Mom and her only brother,
Robert Vatcher, a talented
artist who was killed flying for
the Royal Canadien Air
Force on June 29, 1944

She always kept his memory