You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
You are the breeze that follows the storm.
You make the air seem fresh and new.
The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well
Apple Tree Tale
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
Telling the Tale of Sound
You Are the Life of My Love
I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
Holding you close is, for me, just enough
Because you are the life of my love.
A Long Time Between Bouquets
Yes it had been, she thought as she looked at the vase of flowers. The tears came to her eyes as she tried to remember the last time he had brought flowers home. She couldn’t. It had been a long time between bouquets.
My young son asked, “Momma, who do you love more? Me or Nicki?” I had to think. I knew the stock answer was, “I love you both the same,” but I didn’t. I loved some qualities about him that she didn’t have and she had some lovable qualities that I didn’t see in him.
Bailey: Letting Go
It is very hard to let go after eight years of loving someone. I never thought of a dog having a stroke, but Bailey was always full of surprises.
Sometimes it takes a while to get back into routine after the holidays. I totally forgot a very important holiday that falls between Christmas and New Year's.
One Bright Star
I sit here tonight and watch the star that I have "found" in the heavens. Memories collide and I am reminded of a sweaty little palm that held tightly onto my hand, a palm that, too quickly, slipped from my grasp.