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Tag Archives: widower
Missing
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 … Continue reading
We Might Have Gone to England
A Promise I Didn’t Keep – Carpe diem! We might have gone to England British Air in business class spent Summer time in Westminster placed flowers at the cenotaph. . Windsor, Bath and Stonehenge Cotswolds, Stratford, see King Lear You … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged carpe diem, England, loss, poetry, regret, time, too late, widower
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Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts
Ghosts of Christmas past Yes I’m guilty. This will be my 73nd Christmas and yes, I am one of those who gets all warm and fuzzy around Christmas time. People measure their lives in different ways. Birthdays are the most obvious of course but some … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged being an old timer, children, Christmas, Christmas Revels, experience, family, love, simple gifts, story, times of life, traditions, widower
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Sun City
In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where we once walked in slow motion Autumn among nodding twigs and leaves of many colors before we started Winter fires loving; the flames turning crackling logs … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging poetry, Autumn, Florida, loss, loving, New England, Spring, widower, Winter, young love
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Kitchen Witch
The kitchen witch still hangs in the window dangling from a string along with the spirits and distant echos She moves ever so slightly as if a ghost had passed a little too close The sun shines on her and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged brazil, bronze box, emptiness, her ashes, her favorite things, Jobim, kitchen witch, loss, love, moving South, music, poetry, Samba do Soho, starting over, widower
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Spanish Wood
by toritto Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strangers. To the right of our bedroom door a tall chest, filled with ties and … Continue reading
11:11
She visits at 11:11 sometimes a.m. mostly p A sudden haunting urges me to look at a clock which must be digital. Dropping by for just a moment only at 11:11 the time, our private denouement I look around and know … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged digital clock, ghosts, haunting, loss, poetry, she's here, spirits, time, widower
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Missing
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 to long to get the joke Her laugh was infectious … Continue reading
In Memoriam
JoAnn Marie-Louise Romanelli Scarangello Her 1963 high school graduation photo. She was 17. I was 20. We married over the frantic objection of our parents before the year was out. She is gone eleven years on April 19 . I … Continue reading
We Might Have Gone to England
by toritto We might have gone to England British Air in business class spent Summer time in Westminster placed flowers at the cenotaph. Windsor, Bath and Stonehenge Cotswolds, Stratford, see King Lear You wanted so to visit England I … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged carpe diem, England, loss, poetry, regret, time, too late, widower
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