...on cold days like this,
the kiss, a peck on the neck
that sometimes lingered
warms in the memory
the smell of bacon
a rasher, crisped on the stove
and from the oven
comes cinnamon and clove
bisquits in a pan
you'd drizzle butter
across the tops before they cooled
making me drool
watching you take that first bite
and while chewing,
offering me the second
I think that is what I most recall,
the all in your giving
especially now,
since it is gone.
dancing in the dining room
after sharing the dishes
when my hands were still damp
and your mouth
wetting with kisses
as we swayed to
Tony Bennett....
good remembering!
I sometimes wonder,
if in Heaven,
where you have to be
you have these memories too
and think of me...
02.02.2013
Barbara H.
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This was beautiful, Barbara!
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