If you are going to love me, love me now

If you are going to love me, love me now

Virginia Elizabeth Jordan Henry

My mother was a wonderful woman. She would have been ninety-four today, but she passed away in April of this year. She lived with us for the last ten years of her life, and there are not many days that I don’t miss her.

In going through her belongings shortly after her death, I found a box of poems she had saved over the years. The following is one that touched my heart, and I thought it important enough to share. Don’t wait until it’s too late to let them know how much you love them. There aren’t any do-overs after they’re gone.

If you are ever going to love me, love me now,
while I can know the sweet and tender feelings
which from true affection flow.
Do not wait until I’m gone and
then have it chiseled in marble,
sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, please tell me now.
If you wait until I’m sleeping,
never to awaken, there will be death between us,
and I won’t hear you then.
So if you love me, 
even a little bit,
let me know it while I’m living
So I can treasure it.

Virginia Jordan Henry