A Walk in My October Sun (A Birthday Ode to Jennifer)

Darned if it’s not already her birthday again.  Time to write another poem.

It’s easy, though, as she is my sunshine; the Light of my life.  Often she even helps me find my glasses when I lose them.

Happy Birthday, darling………

October Smiles

 

Amazing face, how sweet that smile,

That calms the beast in me

It’s warmth consoles me, soothes me, while

I strive of worth to be.

 

This glow, this smile, this warmth I feel

When e’er your eyes  meet mine,

Does goodness in this earth reveal

Which I alone can’t find.

 

October’s sun, on radiant leaves

Which turn to red and gold

Can’t match the warmth that I receive

When your smile I behold.

 

And I’ll reside within your glow

As long as you can bear

This need for warmth that drives me so

This need for your face fair.

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Walking the Aisles, Living the ‘Moments’…. With My “Perfect Valentine”

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Her Love’s the only reason

That I ever smiled again,

She’s made my life a blissful dream,

Which waking does not end.

 

I’ve shared my deepest secrets,

Laid my sorrows at her door,

She showed me how to feel again,

She’s all that I adore.

 

Should my life end tomorrow

And from this world I part,

I will live on, forever young

For her breast holds my heart.

 

Perfect, is she…. an angel fine.

I could not ask for more…

She’s sweet, and pure,  and beautiful,

And owns a Hallmark store.

 

 

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Walking the Eons With Jennifer (A Birthday Wish Eternal)

Ode to Eternity…

Fret not that one more year has passed;

Ignore the hair that grays…

Count not the months and years elapsed;

Long not for “younger” days.

 

For Time is but the pawn of Space;

A soulless metronome;

And ‘Matter’, can affect its’ pace,

And change the path it roams.

 

Rest easy…heed the surety

That true Love knows no “time”

But lends eternal purity

To our Spirits’ bond sublime.

 

“Eternal”, then, our wedded bliss,

Immeasurable our Joy.

A warm embrace; a smile….a kiss…

Can Times’ constraints destroy.

 

A look through Space via your brown eyes

Transports my soul on wings

And to your Grace my Spirit flies

And to its’ music sings.

 

This Love, unbound by mortal coils

Swiss precision cannot ‘time’;

All temporal concepts this love foils;

No matter how defined.

 

Not eons; seconds; pace;…. or beat;

Not each ensuing morn ;

Could change the hour that saw us meet……..

The hour we both were born.    

                                                                                                                                                     

Happy Birthday to my Love with the faraway eyes……      

                                                                                                                                                          

Walking to Heaven with Jennifer

An anniversary ‘post’ to the light of my life and and my reason for living...
 
 

To know her is, to love her.         

On this sixteenth anniversary of our wedding, I post this belated tribute to the purest manifestation of the Holy Spirit that walks the planet.

Her name is Jennifer.

I suppose it is the most unlikely pairings which make the best marriages and relationships.  When we met, I was 36 and she was 22.  She was an art student in college, and I, a car salesman, rebounding not only from a failed marriage, but also from a failed career as an attorney.  She had yet to start her career, and I was four years into my second .  We were from opposite sides of the river which bisects not only the geography, but also the ethnicity and racial identity of  Greater Cleveland.  Her faith was her life, whereas mine had been scuttled in moats of doubt; remorse and resentment.  Her nature and her joie ‘de vie were contagious….all who met her were at once disarmed and enchanted.  My nature was repellent, my countenance severe.  People were intimidated by me….and I liked it.  (One takes one’s armor as one finds it).

How unlikely that “Pollyanna” could wind up with a “curmudgeon emeritus” such as I….

But it came to pass, over time, that we grew closer.  We each observed the other over a few years as we dealt with troubled relationships and negotiated hurdles in the pursuits of our goals…hers, a degree in fine arts, and mine, simply to achieve constant advancement.  As we finally began to date and to grow together, the “hurdles” were, for her, the sensibilities of her parents relative to our age difference, and for me, the skepticism of friends and family as to whether “this girl” could finally tame a recklessness in me which was fueled by both alcohol and gasoline.

As I look back on it, it becomes clear that God smiled on the “Nature Boy” in me, and the “Nature Girl” in her.

True, there was, and is, a physical attraction between us, but the physical attributes each of us admires in the other cannot be said to be exclusive among all men or women.

We neither of us have had occasion, even in difficult times, to even conceive of being suspicious of the other’s fidelity.  If either of us is “hit on”, we relate it immediately to each other as matter-of-factly as we would relate a chance meeting with a ‘crazy person’ on the bus.  While watching movies referred to as “tear-jerkers”, we both cry on the director’s cue.

Through her, I have rediscovered the Holy Spirit through attendance at the church she grew up in.  (Not as a result of insistence; coaxing; or even as a request for a “favor” on her part, but rather, as a result of her example.)  She spends her one day off a week tending to my widowed mother, and I spend some of my time off tending to hers.

Through me, she has discovered  John Wayne; Cole Porter and the relative attributes of  WWII military aircraft.  (debatable who got the best of the bargain, here).  Neither of us drives the other’s car.  Each of us has a metabolism which enables us to eat all the potato chips we want.  Money is a bother rather than a goal.  She has made my home Dreamsville, Ohio.   All is copacetic.

My gratitude for her faith; her delight in life; her smile; her laughter and her Grace has been faithfully, if insufficiently, expressed in regular poetry I write for each anniversary and birthday. She keeps them in an album which she cherishes.   I keep my album in my heart.  I scan it daily in my mind, and console myself with its’ splendor when times are difficult, or when the diminishing, but still dormant demons of depression or self-doubt sleeping within me try to exercise their evils on my instincts or actions.

I owe her my life; my happiness; my sense of self-worth and my faith.  I could say she is the Bacall to my ‘Bogie’; the Alice to my Ralph Kramden; the Nora Charles to my Nick….but that would not do justice to the fact that she is really the Sister Theresa to a lost boy, malnourished of love…. untutored even as to its’ meaning.

And so, as I have, since the last anniversary poem, become a nascent blogger, struggling at long last to express myself through prose, I post this entry instead of a verse.  It is gratifying in that I have not had to constrict the depth of my love with issues of rhyme.  (It is also serendipitous, as I cannot use my printer until I can afford to refill the damned ink cartridges.)

I love Jennifer with all my heart.

Should she be disappointed with the lack of a verse in rhyme this year, I hope that the following song will suffice.  A guy in a cardigan sweater made it popular many years ago.  It is a verse I would die to have written, as it depicts, in a musical nutshell, what all who know her understand.

Happy Anniversary, darling.