" You live in a town for so many years, and
your spouse passes on, memories appears.
Day after day, where ever you go. A walk in the
park, she will show.
Looking at the bench, her favorite bench where
laughter, and idea's flows form our souls.
Never interrupted until a pigeon joined in on
our conversation.
Pleasant, and warm were the days we sat there.
Along with the children on the swings, and the
open air.
Restaurants on every corner with their fragrances
flying through our sense of smell.
Choosing the one with the odor of the BBQ Grill.
Although, through the years we did try them all.
The Lake was our favorite. There was our first date.
That's when we saw a butterfly, and she said. "How
can anyone hate."
After she said that. I'll never forget, that in that moment, i
loved her more then she loved that butterfly.
I was never able to question , why?
For 39 years it was She and i.
I left New York 3 years ago to leave those memories
behind.
Living in Texas i now
write of those wonderful memories with my fingers, from
my mind."

God Bless,
Michael....