Nostalgia


Look At You (Marie)

Posted on September 3rd, by Rosemary Dunn Dalton in Blog, Friends and Lovers, Nostalgia. No Comments

The crown of your head silver and white, I glimpsed as you lay next to me.  My mother had insisted I ‘do’ her hair, the strands straw-like at times just like yours. Now my partner of almost 20 years; this aged aspect not quite expected but, alas, true.  We tease. call it OA (old age) as we watch change in progress.

In pursuit of the perfect coffee shop on vacation, we land and you sit across from me addressing post cards. This is a nice custom, connecting while away from the stress of work. Your body slim by many OA standards, stays the same even with the wrinkles and sagging skin, like mine.  But, those blue eyes powder like your sweater compels me to you.  Your companionship is treasured during these fermenting times of today and, hopefully, tomorrow.


You’re Still Here (Lake Tahoe)

Posted on September 3rd, by Rosemary Dunn Dalton in Blog, Grief and Loss, Lake Tahoe, Nostalgia. No Comments

This is our third visit and Lake Tahoe, you are still here.  You glow like glass reflecting cobalt blue, aquamarine, vermillion seen like nowhere else.  You are comfort, like a smooth skin, skimming over my body, washing away the powerlessness of realities one cannot face.  I’m grateful I can surrender to you.  Breezes bounce off my face and the pounding of gentle waves remind me that sound can be a friend.  People talk of healing as if the world walks around with gaping wounds.  This may be true but something I have not wanted to face.  I help others and maybe it is their process of healing.  Now it is my turn and the discomfort is unbearable.  Maybe healing will not happen.  This is a manner of thinking that is a stranger who crept in the night and stabbed my … Read More »


Perfect For Summer

Posted on September 3rd, by Rosemary Dunn Dalton in Blog, Grief and Loss, Nostalgia. No Comments

Our halter tops reveal breasts

peeking after a drawn out winter

A hundred degrees incites groans

in spite of the earlier drought of sunlight

You move past me, ducking back

to touch, even with the stickiness

Our tuna salad at the campsite

reminds us of Cape Cod lobster

We ran on the burning sand there

romping in the giant waves

laughing, at times bobbing out of sight

That freezing cold Atlantic embedded

in our skin lingers now in the Pacific

It’s different here.  We’re the only ones

Lots of room just to dip

People rarely venture out

Too many warnings of undertow

Last week I wanted to drown

This fireside changed my mind

 





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