She was a very talented poet, and an even better Grandmother. I’ll miss her a lot.
Heaven and Earth, 1963
You’re Heaven and I’m Earth
And we come together like sweethearts.
When I am cold and sad, you send the sun.
When I am afraid of the dark,
You send the moon.
When I need moisture and freshness,
You send the rain.
Sometimes you roar and thunder,
And I strike with your lightning to say,
“Look what I have done, Earth! I am a man!”
I smile to myself and muse,
“Because my master is restless,
I must make myself beautiful.”
Then I send the leaves to my trees
And the green to my grass.
Soon your sun comes out and smiles,
And you tip your head with a rainbow
In my direction.
We are both silent and happy,
Each knowing that without the other,
Heaven would drift aimlessly
And Earth would have no reason to exist.
– by Retha