Different Slants

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 love”

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