In Say it again, I think I was referencing the old song, Have I Told You Lately That I Love You My friend ACJ thought it might be Do I Love You to which the answer is indeed I do. In exploring the genesis of Have I Told You…, I turned to Spotify or YouTubeContinue reading “Have I Told You…”
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Love is in the air
Why do we talk about love so much? I know why I talk about it, to wit We know that the Christmas season could be called the season of love. But, let’s look at some other seasons… in Spring, we say, a young man’s fancy turns to love. Don’t we fall in love with theContinue reading “Love is in the air”
I am so touched
Scrolling through the photos in my phone always brings me to a smile worthy memory. Below, for instance, is one of his Madeleine moments which I may be more tickled by from a prejudiced love of the guy with the cookie. It’s equally nice to remember a Burt from before, and my scroll helps jogContinue reading “I am so touched”
Say it again.
We all need to hear it often. Did I say it as often as I should have? Or, could have? We, none of us, believe we are loved. We need to hear it often. I love you, I would say, to Burt. I truly did, yes, do, love him. Often, he’d raise an eyebrow inContinue reading “Say it again.”
What I did on Burt’s birthday this year
25 years later
Our wedding pictures, blown up to 12x14s, are pinned to the wall by the dining counter. They’re there because at some point Burt wasn’t sure of who I was. This was a Visual Aid. The problem was that at that point neither of us looked like we did on the day that we wed. TheContinue reading “25 years later”
You Sit with Me
I imagine you at a table in The café in Sotheby’s, oneWhere an older couple sitsAs I pass. I imagine you asYou eat a tuna sandwich weBuy at Pret. I say imagine,Not remember, imagine is A more vivid word. It is ofThe present and I see youIn the present. You are myGift, my treasure. IContinue reading “You Sit with Me”
Musing
Today, I was thinking, with a bit of regret, that over the years I had not told Burt that he was handsome. This twinge was triggered by a poem in which I called him “my handsome man.” Isn’t it too late to let him know now? My regret is only half serious. Burt knew howContinue reading “Musing”
I write a poem
This is a poem becauseBecause I miss you andToday I miss you more, Seeing your picture, oneTaken years before yourIllness changed you, whenA walk on the ramp to orFrom our river path wasYour favorite way to spendSome hours, when you Were strong, and active,I miss you in that beforeTime, but you know I alsoMiss theContinue reading “I write a poem”
More in the memory dept.
As I leave lunch at Old John’s, I pass Merkin Hall and think Burt and I went there a few times. Of course we did. We went to just about every concert hall in town.
this is our life 