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Submitted by Rett on 26 August 2008 - 12:26pm.| Updated 26 August 2008 - 1:26pm.
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I Still Hold Her Hand
Stars glow like diamonds
On a tapestry of night.
The moon a milky opal
Viewed by candle light
Amber sparkles in her eyes
Like softly glowing coals.
Hair wild as a storm-tossed sea
That breaks on rocky shoals.
A lovely, spicy fragrance
That lingers in one’s nose.
A tinkling, bell-like laughter
That lightens up the soul.
Thirty plus years of happiness
Wrapped in a golden band.
Thirty-four years of tenderness
And I still hold her hand!
8/29/96
(revised 3/1/00)
(revised 8/6/08)
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(4 votes)
Great write!
Read this to her tonight and “break out the Viagra” my friend…you’ve got it coming to ya now! LOL
Great words,
Mark
Hmmm....
Mark - Here’s my question: how do you know he needs it? :~O LMAO, just kidding.
Rett - fantastic job as always. I hope everyone can find this sort of happiness.
~Jess
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“I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I can pull some strings and find out….” - George Carlin
Good point Jess...
hmmm, disregard my previous comment.
Unless…?
I agree with Jess, this happiness is to often never found.
You lucky Dog!
Mark
Thanks for the giggle Jess
I need it right now.Mark and Jess, as for the Viagra, luckily I don’t need it yet and couldn’t take it if I did. My sorry ass daddy was still going strong at 85 when he got killed coming back from a date with a 22 year old. Hoping to be as active, just not as sorry.
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
the grand band
Love this poem
superb
Thanks Orgami
I appreciate it very much.
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
:)
I know what you mean. Hubby and I are at 26 years married. A very nice poem!
Always, Cat
Awesome Cat!
Funny, sometimes it seems like such a short time and other times it seems we’ve been together forever, yet still just a little time. She is my best friend first, lover second and I think that may be the key. Much obliged and my respects for a long marriage.
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
Holding hands
Smiles:)
Barbara
My kids run in embarrassment and complain when me and their dad hold hand in public, saying we too old for that, that’s for young people. we just say we are not dead. We still hold hand, but more so now to keep me from falling over as I won’t use a walker.
Head hard as brick I hate to admit.
I understand Barbara
I dread having to use a walker. I keep a cane in my truck and one in the house along with a pair of crutches that I take when we go on long trips. I never know when I will need them. ((friendly hug))
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
Very good write Rett
I am very much happy for you my friend,this is very good and it inspires hope as per what you told me regarding my poem’Valentine memories’.Thank you very much.
Thank you easy
I appreciate it, but like you 35 years ago, I wouldn’t have bet money on love. I thought it was just a word.
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
Rett
I bet your wife loves this poem. It is really sweet
Thank you Linda
She does. One of the few she likes. *G*
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck
Nice poem for couples.
Light and cute…..
what can I say….
Good poem,
Patty
Thanks so much Patty
I appreciate it a lot.
Respectfully,
Rett:
“If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?” Erma Bombeck