Yesterday I posted a review of Olive Kitteridge and the idea of “love among the ruins,” or love beyond youth. Then this morning, Valentine’s Day, I was sitting at my table sipping lemon juice & water and saw the dawn sky and took some lovely pictures. The sky blue pink colors (See the third line) seemed appropriate for Valentine’s Day, so I am posting a rhyme I wrote when I first met my second husband eight years ago on Feb. 12th.Â So I consider Valentine’s Day an “anniversary” for me, because he called back on that day after our first date.Â Actually I wrote this poem on Feb. 15th, 2003, the day after he called me on Valentine’s Day. He had already touched my heart! Love knows no age! â™¥
Dorothy, I Love You!
(Refers to Dorothy Parker, cynic, writer, critic,poet—my favorite writer!)
His kiss—-like butter on my neck.
Someone to love? Oh! What the heck!
His face like morning’s light, shining.
Does he like me? Oh, stop the whining!
What am I to do?
What am I to say?
Maybe just say nothing
And just take time to pray…
Pray it’s not too soon for him;
This is no childish whim.
He’s been wounded and so have I.
Oh, God, I think I’m gonna cry
Unless he calls me ev’ry day
With funny words that leave me gay,
Until we two find our way
Without our feelings kept at bay.
His voice like New York in the morn–
Oh! I forgot, he’s Philly born.
Let him mend and not be torn
Between old love and one not worn.
His kiss like butter on my neck:
I think I’m fallin’. Oh, What the heck!