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Love At Last Sight
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He lived next door
all her growing up
years.
He was the brother
she never had.
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Their homes were always
open to each other,
meals shared,
trips to parks, games
school functions.
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Love.
They didn’t think so !
Off to college, home on breaks.
Each had committed relationships.
But excited to spend time together.
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They each married their
college love.
Had families.
Paths didn’t cross for fifty years.
Life is like that.
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One fall day,
she saw in the paper,
his wife had died…
he still lived nearby !
The visiting hours were that night.
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She quietly entered,
signed the book, left a card.
Then she saw him, standing alone.
Looking adrift, and sad...
near the urn of ashes of his late wife.
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Her heart said, “Don’t leave.” Took a Deep breath.
Walked over and introduced herself.
He said, “I’d have known you anywhere.”
She said, I didn’t realize it,
“I’ve been nearby the whole time.”
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They talked and talked
about caring for sick spouses,
til the spouses passed.
She’d been widowed
a few years before.
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He asked her to wait til
the visiting hours were over
so they could catch up
some more… work, children,
grandchildren for both to tell about.
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The next notice in the paper
was a wedding announcement.
Seven months later, societies rules
be damned…life was short, uncertain.
They’d loved their spouses faithfully.
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The wedding was small,
family…children and grandchildren,
all were there. It was
love at last sight, seen in time
to share til the end of their earthly time.
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This is based on a true story…told to me by my
mother about a friend of hers. They told their families
and friends, that life was short, they had fallen in love,
at last, after all the years had passed.
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Lindy Lee
Thank you for this poem about something that happens more often than most people realize.
You tell this happy story well…
cloudfactor5
This was indeed a beautiful and poignant story!!
siggiofmaine
Charles…you didn’t mis speak…it is a beautiful story…the comment I made was confusing…you’d have to know my Mother…It was my thinking you could read my mind…
I meant that
I saw the episode in totally different way than my Mother did, as usual…
Sorry
IT WAS ME THAT WASN’T CLEAR…THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW NOT TO BE VAGUE IN MY COMMENTS .
Love ya, for letting me know.
Siggi
charlesmashburn
What a beautiful story, Siggie! I love it!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/22/the-thunder-rolls/
siggiofmaine
Charles,
Thanks for the nice comment…I don’t think my Mother told me the story in an approving attitude…I think she was disgusted !
Peace ☺♥
Siggi
charlesmashburn
I guess I didn’t have all the details. Sorry if I misspoke
A ps from Siggi…Charles understood it correctly…I was too vague about
how I made what I thought a wonderful story out of something my mother
thought was not so wonderful. I am so sorry Charles. You took the poem
exactly how I hoped it would be taken.
Peace,
Siggi