She hadn’t really thought about him for years
although she could still remember the way
his smile lit up his face and reached into his
eyes…and how that stubborn curl refused to
stay put and draped across his forehead…that
masculine scent when she breathed him in…a
timbered voice whispering into her soul. And
she knew she could never forget the way he
cradled her in his arms…oh…a life time ago.
Circumstances demanded that she remember this love,
this sweet dream. If not, life would only be too bitter…too cold
since her husband slammed the door and carelessly and
caustically announced – I never loved you…not even a little.
Today, life played too hard and too unfair, but yesterday’s
memory of this love would sustain her.
At night, when she closed her eyes, she would drift to
another place, another time when she was young, and
first love blossomed into sunflowers and daisies, warm
and hopeful…when love was innocent and cast magical
spells…awakened youthful desires. His memory wrapped
around her like a faded, yet treasured quilt, carefully stitched
together…it rejuvenated her spirit when loneliness seemed
hypothermic and tried to penetrate her soul…it comforted,
protected…for buried within love’s familiarity, the radiance
reminded of love’s promise. Under the cover of darkness
and solitude, her heart warmed as she dreamed of yesterday…
Tales of a Family 