He sits there alone
in a red plastic chair
waiting to see the doctor—
tries not to envy
the man and woman
across from him
arms folded
across their chests
the way old married people do.
Once we were like that.
At least they’re not holding hands
he mumbles to himself
then immediately regrets it
even wishes they would kiss
time together is so precious.
The man and woman
get up
to see the doctor—
he listens to the rhythm
of a heartbeat
looks at the two of them
and says
you should hold hands more
it’s good for the heart.
John A. Bayerl, February 14, 2012
Over the years I have kept and cherished valentine cards that Gwen gave me. Each one has specific memories attached to it, but the one that means the most is a simple home-made one--a piece of red construction paper folded in half with a white, cutout heart glued to the front.
Above the heart she wrote:
To My Wonderful
Husband
In the white heart she wrote, in red ink:
I Love You
Inside the card she wrote:
For loving me as I am,,
For being you,
For giving me you,
I love you,
Gwen
Below all that she wrote:
P. S. You are my Valentine!
No gifts were ever necessary, Dear, not when we had the gift of each other. Oh, and that P. S. was kind of cute too.
1 comment:
I always feel guilty when we don't exchange big gifts on holidays in order to save money.. but you know what, you're right Dr. B.. sometimes its just the little things. Love you!
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