Stories from my little corner of the world, the South. Some are from the present, some from the past...but all are from my heart.

They reflect my thoughts and views, my musing about the world, and each carries with it a bit of my heart
and soul.

Thursday, February 14, 2013


I give you my heart
made of paper and ribbon
of glue, sequins and crayons,
all held together with childish love.
I made it all by myself
see how it sparkles,
look what I wrote inside
with my big red pencil
just for you.

I give you my heart
soft and tender
with the wonder of new love.
I've never felt this way before,
as if you could see it beating
right beneath my blouse
each time I see you.
It scares me so to feel this way,
please don't break it.

I give you my heart
and my hand in marriage
to have and to hold
till death do us part.
You are my soul mate,
my one true love.
I knew it from the start
from the way my heart fluttered
as the very thought of you.

I give you my heart
it rests there in your tiny hand.
I realize that from now on
a part of my heart
will always walk outside myself
with you, my child.
I know a love now
unlike any other,
and I feel blessed.

I give you my heart
for I need it no longer.
I am free now from this body,
free from the pains and troubles
of this earthly world.
Thank you, dear Spirit
for loaning me this heart
for without it I would never
have known the true meaning of Love.

Rose Steedley Williams
©Southernstoryteller~Feb. 2010


  1. Why is it I do not remember that one if it is from 2010? Seems like I would.

  2. I don't know but thanks for reading it now :) Haven't been here in over a week, got so much to do that I never seem to have time to sit down and write...excuses, excuses, excuses :)