It Feels Like Magic

 

Images floating,

 colorful hot air balloons,

baby teeth with gaps.

Fragments of life,

holiday dinners,

silver candlesticks,

etched crystal,

the past on the screen.

Images I have forgotten

and ones I remember.

A lifetime of love,

and grace dancing in front of me.

He bought me the machine to

convert the old taped memories

into Cd's.

New Years eve,

he calls at nine thirty.

He was bombarded with sick people

to care for.

He is on his way home

and I feel guilty for having

sent a text and a photograph

of our delicious meal.

He is hungry and I feel

sad he is going home to a frozen dinner.

This is his life and he is a man,

I am no longer his lighthouse

or his world,

but he will always be mine.

Husband fell asleep,

my little one joins me on the couch.

We watch Rock N Roll New Year's Eve,

as we giggle.

Later I climb into bed,

husband opens his eyes,

and gives me a kiss,

it feels like magic.

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