THE LOOK of LOVE, a poem

         

          The comfortable look

          of connubial bliss

          plays across her lovely face

          a familiar enticement

          to love again

          Her sweet eyes reflect

          my craving for her

          an unquenchable thirst

          echoing my desire

          to love again

          Can our intense love

          last beyond the flesh

          to break the limits

          of this mortal coil

          to love again

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THE PICNIC, a poem

         The blanket was spread

          on a farmer’s field

          off a country road

          one hot August day

          for my love and me

          The buffet of marriage

          to part or continue

          was laid before us

          the choice was easy

          for my love and me

          Selected each other

          for a prolonged banquet

          spiced by an ecstasy

          that lasted a lifetime

          for my love and me

          (Aug. 24, 2019)  

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THE SEPTEMBER BRIDE, a poem

          

          The September Bride

           an independent woman

           glowing with intelligence

           and contagiously happy

           I loved her so much 

           

            The loving Mother

             a dream is fulfilled

             love unparalleled

             then cherishing four

             I loved her so much

             The woman’s departure

              from a life well lived

              a remembrance of joy

              clouded by sadness

              I loved her so much

          (Ginger and I were married in September of 1956. Nine months later our son, Kenny, was born to her delight. She had wanted children from the time she was a little girl. We had three more: Roy, Danny and Carol. Ginger died in August of 2019.)

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