For Tito

THE MOMENT

Eyes closed, recapturing the moment
When life-long love was promised
With hearts pounding, the clammy hands of two
When oneness was honored
In laces and froth and the bubbles of youth.

Orchids and pink and green beauties
Hymns to awe, prayers of hope
The duet of sighs and breathy voices
The tinkle of glasses and laughter
Cues for shy kisses
And glorious expectations.


Recapturing is naught
Only the here and now speaks
In loud, sometimes shrill tones
Of faded denims and favorite t-shirts torn
Of belts and straps holding up much, much more.


Behind the darkening shadows of these eyes
Are tears shed… and unshed
Beyond the reaches of these arms
Are Cherished ones who had to leave.
And dreams we let go.


But always, strung across our hearts
Uncut gems of laughter
Pearls glisten, elegant life lessons learned together
We wear proud the wounds of our struggles
And scars of triumphs and cheers.


The moment has multiplied in measures untold
The promise lives, gilded in silver
Basking in the grandness of your heart
Truly you are
And will always be the love of my life!


 Anniversary dinner


We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary last May 30, 2006.

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  1. maigarciaJuly 14, 2013 at 5:56 AM

    Ma'am, what a beautiful, sincere poem!

    This must be the 10th time I've read this post of yours- but only now, after I have gathered enough guts to invade a former professor's privacy, did I decide to comment.

    I'm a fan, Ma'am!

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    1. jandreaJuly 15, 2013 at 8:42 AM

      I am very much flattered to hear that, Mai! Please feel free to write your thoughts on anything that you read here. I think any one who opens a blog is thrilled when something he or she shares touches someone's heart. Thanks for letting me know!

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