Those of you reading my blog will know that Beatrice Helen Poole known to us as Auntie Babs wrote many poems, and those written during and about the cruel First World War are the ones which I am featuring in my posts.  I have already mentioned in a previous post that she never married and said in her own words that she had lived in single blessedness all her life.

She never discussed any love affairs but from reading many of her poems, it is quite obvious to me that she had loved and lost. Perhaps because she was quite elderly when I started to get to know her, it was something that she no longer wanted to remember.  I probably will never know.but her poems all seem to be from genuine experiences and I would like to think she had experienced true love.

Today I have therefore selected this short poem written on May 22nd 1916.

The Wings of Love

When on the wings of love, my soul goes forth to meet you
To cheer and comfort you upon the cruel field.
Dear, do you feel me there, watching close beside you
Praying my loving heart may be for you a shield?.

Maybe you think my kiss the touch of wandering breezes
And all my glowing love the glimmer of some star.
But Oh, believe me dear, I am truly there beside you
On the strong wings of love, the journey is not far.

Beatrice Helen Poole
22 May 1916