It's a word we whisper often - comes so easily to the tongue.
"I love you" How we bandy it. Why youth must have its say
And we think we know the meaning of this word when we are young
But we learn what loving really is, when the years have rolled away.
It takes a lot of suffering, gladness and joy, side by side
It needs a lot of years of sadness, grief and pain
Years of constant struggling, hand in hand, against the tide
Before the glory of real Love our human hearts may gain.
Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something. Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern. Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion. I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.