April 12, 1992

Dearest Vincent and Catherine,
It’s April - a time of renewal, a time when primary colors splash themselves onto a gray and tired landscape. The world has just washed it’s windows, Vincent, and although you can’t see this for yourself, I am convinced that the love you have found with your Catherine has permanently engraved such a concept of renewal upon your character and more importantly, upon your soul.
In our shared years as children, I watched over and over as you were the giver, you were the protector, the care-taker of us all, so amazing as you were so small. You were a natural leader without spoil or arrogance and I personally ached to watch as many of life’s gifts continuously passed you by. With the passing of time your landscape had grown gray indeed, Vincent, and of anyone I have ever known, you were the most in need of a saving spring - but there was no spring in sight for you - that is, until Catherine.
I’ve never told anyone before, but I’ve been a secret poet for the last couple of years, ever since Catherine came into your life, and consequently, in ours. Deep within me, hidden places, long asleep since childhood, were awakened once I discovered the bond you two share and I felt once again that boundaries between imagination and reality blur as they do naturally when you are young. I’ve written poems here and there, but up until now, have never shared them with anyone. You and Catherine have changed that.
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t plan on this particular poem, it just came bubbling up tonight, as poems are wont to do I’ve found, of their own accord. In celebration of this magical day, this anniversary of renewal, I offer to you, my brother, my friend, something of my soul and how it has been touched by your good fortune.
This is for you and for Catherine, whom I have also grown to love as my own family. I love her most, I think, for showing you what we always knew about you - that you, above all, were meant and built for love. I love you Vincent.


Spring

Two wound hearts, two stranded souls
Lay parched, alone, awaiting spring.
When April’s breath, fresh on the face,
Would serenade of hopeful things,
One April eve, a whisper soft
Renewal soon was underway.
And gently, gently, boundaries fell
As heart met anxious heart halfway.
And now, two lives are intertwined
As passion, love and appetite
Replaced the hopeless dry-mouth life
Of constant pain, of endless night.
And so I smile, a toast to spring,
when lovers lost, are found at last.
Once can but hope, if fate be kind,
To find such love, like yours, steadfast.

          Much love to you both -
                             Rebecca

April 12, 1992 Dearest Vincent and Catherine, It’s April - a time of renewal, a time when primary colors splash themselves onto a gray and tired landscape. The world has just washed it’s windows, Vincent, and although you can’t see this for yourself, I am convinced that the love you have found with your Catherine has permanently engraved such a concept of renewal upon your character and more importantly, upon your soul. In our shared years as children, I watched over and over as you were the giver, you were the protector, the care-taker of us all, so amazing as you were so small. You were a natural leader without spoil or arrogance and I personally ached to watch as many of life’s gifts continuously passed you by. With the passing of time your landscape had grown gray indeed, Vincent, and of anyone I have ever known, you were the most in need of a saving spring - but there was no spring in sight for you - that is, until Catherine. I’ve never told anyone before, but I’ve been a secret poet for the last couple of years, ever since Catherine came into your life, and consequently, in ours. Deep within me, hidden places, long asleep since childhood, were awakened once I discovered the bond you two share and I felt once again that boundaries between imagination and reality blur as they do naturally when you are young. I’ve written poems here and there, but up until now, have never shared them with anyone. You and Catherine have changed that. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t plan on this particular poem, it just came bubbling up tonight, as poems are wont to do I’ve found, of their own accord. In celebration of this magical day, this anniversary of renewal, I offer to you, my brother, my friend, something of my soul and how it has been touched by your good fortune. This is for you and for Catherine, whom I have also grown to love as my own family. I love her most, I think, for showing you what we always knew about you - that you, above all, were meant and built for love. I love you Vincent. Spring Two wound hearts, two stranded souls Lay parched, alone, awaiting spring. When April’s breath, fresh on the face, Would serenade of hopeful things, One April eve, a whisper soft Renewal soon was underway. And gently, gently, boundaries fell As heart met anxious heart halfway. And now, two lives are intertwined As passion, love and appetite Replaced the hopeless dry-mouth life Of constant pain, of endless night. And so I smile, a toast to spring, when lovers lost, are found at last. Once can but hope, if fate be kind, To find such love, like yours, steadfast. Much love to you both - Rebecca

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