Genevieve Lexow Hollywood, Florida

Genevieve and her husband shared a love of writing poetry and of working together to establish a small business in Florida where they raised a son and two daughters. Genevieve was active in the Methodist church and served a term as state president of Church Women United. Her hymn, "In Celebration of Aging," was one of ten chosen by the Hymn Society of America for publication. Her poems have also been published in anthologies of the National Library of Poetry. She has attended elder hostels in America and abroad and is now compiling genealogical information for her expanding family.

November 22, 1963 She chose gay pink this day because glad joy Dispelled a fear long near her heart. His life - So eager, fine, no danger could destroy! Their love swelled deeply as he saw his wife Across the thronging crowds and smiled at her; Above red roses she returned his glance. The southern noonday sun beheld the stir Of surging loud acclaim. No circumstance Should mar so sweet a scene - a leader loved. Approval of his friends on every hand. "Oh, No!" A shocking sound all joy removed And sent a wave of grief through all the land. Upon her gay pink dress, a quiet head And at her feet, a bunch of roses red.

Betrothal Poised Upon the threshold of life I stood - eager, expectantly waiting. One hand rested lightly On the habits of girlhood; The other turned an uplifted palm to the future. My eyes followed it hopefully, questioning. Then you came. Into my open palm you placed a kiss. Gently you pointed the way to our future. "Will you be my wife?" you whispered. Trembling, Even as a butterfly lifts its wings to the sun 'Ere it leaves the rose petal, My heart responded. Unafraid, I placed both my hands in yours And stepped confidently over the threshold To walk the ways of Life Even into Eternity With you.

Nuptials As openeth the rose, so hath our love Unfolded to the beauty of this hour. Hushed silence fills the church, and from above Amid celestial music, great wings soar. "What God has joined together" - olden words Yet new, compel our humble hearts to bow In gratitude; then rise as singing birds To heights of rapture only dreamed 'till now. With clasped hands our lives we consecrate To joyous service. Valleys and peaks alike We'll meet with heads erect. The storms of Fate A marriage more magnificent will make. Oh, in the sacred beauty of this place May God have symbolized our love and peace.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Genevieve Lexow. All rights reserved.