Christmas Passion:Romance After Sixty…by Robert M. Katzman
Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story:  http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355
© May 1, 2011
 (For my wife, Joyce)
For me, and perhaps for you..
Romance is rubbing her feet
While she’s sleeping
Snuggling while she’s awake
Romance is dancing in the kitchen
To music only we remember
Sitting in the driveway
Talking
Dreaming
Planning
Smiling
Romance is agreeing
Not about what our children didn’t do
But what they did
And remembering the rocks along the way
Romance is walking slower
Through a cool leafy forest
Because she needs to walk slower
Even on a level path
Once we hiked up
A smoking Vesuvius
Things change
Romance is dreaming of where
We’ll never go
And what we’ll never do
When we get there
We’ll never have Paris
But we can hold hands
In French movies
In Italian restaurants
And on starry nights
Starry nights are everywhere
 Romance is holding her hand
When we cross the street
So she doesn’t trip
Romance is holding her hand
For no useful reason at all
TV, Billboards
Say
Buy her Flowers and Candy!
But really
Soon they’re just
Dried petals and sugar
Songs say
“Young and in loveâ€
Like there’s a limit on how long
Takes decades to figure it out
Romance is holding her hand
In the movies
And
Rubbing her feet
While she’s asleep