She never took it out
on someone else
if she was having a bad day;
that’s character

Her humor was dry
always forgiving, with a wry smile
if you took too long
to get the joke

Her laugh was infectious
one of the best all time laughs
especially when I did something
really stupid.

She walked about with a grace
a confidence, unaffected
by what others thought
of her.

She did those schizo-woman things
us men will never understand
counting letters on her fingers
to see if they divided by five.

I miss her boundless faith in me
that made me feel when she was near
so much more
than what I was.

I miss
that she could see
what I might be
even when I couldn’t.

I miss her smell

I miss her taste.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Missing

  1. beetleypete says:

    A marvellous tribute to your beloved wife, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Don Ostertag says:

    Too bad she never got to read this.
    And what a wonderful add on featuring my favorite sax player playing a song that always brings a lump to my throat.

    Liked by 1 person

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