By the sea / beneath the yellow and sagging moon
I’ll be there in a dress too short / that you’ll remove too soon
You’ll wear your suit of brown / and your hair of gold
I’ll meet your eyes directly / if I can be so bold
You’ll approach slowly / I’ll sense your cologne
I’ll have a doubt / know I should be alone
But instead I’ll flutter and flounce / pretend to be a vixen
But you know and I know / that’s just a pleasant fiction
Maybe you’ll be different / won’t be cruel / won’t be coy
And we can find love together
just a girl, and a boy
These are lines I wrote in 2009 in a red notebook, in the middle of the night. Tonight I found the red notebook, it had fallen behind a dusty trunk. I wrote the poem about someone I was falling in love with. I miss that person and know we’ll probably never talk again because I screwed it all up. Mystery, mystery, matters of the heart.
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Such a lady! Incredible genes, plus taking care of herself to maintain optimum health has certainly paid off for Ruthe. LOVE LOVE LOVE
Mom/Pattye
Grandma Ruthe with great grandson Judah at her 99th birthday party.
Love,
Lisa
Hey cuz, Thanks for reading and supporting, as always! I think you need to put the correct email into the subscribe box, it’s not something I can do on my end. Then you can unsubscribe the old email address. Let me know if that still doesn’t work! xx
Hey, cousin,
I look forward to reading your latest. I did want to correct something: apparently, I gave you my wrong e-mail address. lmail@gkmax.com is for my newsletters and such. I’d prefer you send directly to lisa@gkmax.com , my friends-and-family address, so I can read them immediately, instead of waiting until I remember to check the lmail.
Love,
Cousin L