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it was a time
reserved for wishing
– the fields were flush
when a boy
of almost nothing
stood his ground
he dreamed in shades
of fourteen years
a girl behind the glass
as he found her
offered up a place to go –
folded worlds of wonder
took no mind
to what they’d find
tears and joy
beyond the window pane
down a dusty road
he found the nerve
far more than this
more than lives could bear
took her for a midnight ride
down across the border
and counting stars
and moments past
without the need
what was left
and all a heart might hold
and baby –
let the buntin stay
for all we know
our chosen way
the road becomes
a path someone forgot
leaves are falling
round my bed
reminders sit in flannel
sheets of gabardine
where he was
the time between
Author’s Note: In September 1955, a man and a woman shared
their first kiss. He was 23 and she only 14. Three months later,
they married, and two months after that, he was discharged from the Air Force.
Seven days later, he started a job he would work for 52 years. Nine
months after that seven days, I was born. Still they yearn for
one more kiss, and I am blessed on this day – when they celebrate the
start of so very much love.
Story is everything.
. . .
LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words said:
as they were blessed those nine months later? yes….
what a beautiful heart-filled work of art….
always a story in between time and lines that rhyme….
I love this Bobbie as you are loved…
Take Care…You Matter…
and I am Blessed for knowing you…
Thank you, Maryrose. Story is everything. Our end, but a place to start again. I love you, and I am blessed doubly for your presence. ~ Always, Bobbie
O Bobbie… what a beautiful love story… and I am reminded of the story of how my parents met — moments I will have to write about one day. Love, Dee
Dee, I’m not surprised at all that we share similar stories, even now ours being weaved together. We were blessed before we knew to be grateful. Love to you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
life sets the stage but the story is all ours…bob
Yes it is………..always, a story unfolds to our choosing……….. Good to see you here, Bob. I miss your words. ~ Love, Bobbie
Shackled and Crowned said:
What a beautiful love story. 🙂
thank you, precious girl………… love ever, bobbie
ƔǏƜɅƚ ƾ said:
and happy birthday…
may you always have new challenges to overcome
and meaningful relationships to inspire you.
Thank you, Vimal………….. Although my birthday is past, you make the present that much sweeter by your kindness (always). You are missed. May the year hold the same mercies to you…….. ~ Love, Bobbie
ƔǏƜɅƚ ƾ said:
blame facebook 🙂
An absolutely beautiful living history of love, Bobbie. Read the story in awe of and envy for their happiness. It’s wonderful to know that histories like this exist among us.
They do indeed. I visited with them last night, and once again, was amazed at the fleeting flirtations between them even now……….. They are blessed. I am blessed. ~ Love ever surprises us in becoming more than we imagined. ~ Love, Bobbie
Gray Dawster said:
Destiny called and they were there to receive the sweetness of their bonding. This is a lovely story and poem my friend, one that is enhanced by the authenticity of their love for each other and the yearning that lasts a lifetime.
It is a lovely gift to all who know them – who are loved because they love. Thank you, Andro. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Thank you, my dear friend. Your kindness humbles me. ~ Love ever, Bobbie