&#39;Enjoy your meal&#39;, He said, in French.
Lourdes, tucked into the Pyrenees
a place of pilgrimage, of healing.
I ate my lunch in a park,
cheese, bread, some olives.
I had arrived by coach, one way ticket,
not planning to leave anytime soon.

August 1997

I do everything with Bernadette 
my angel, my muse to write
In the stormy seas
the cold nights breeze
she is my guiding light

I beam at her perfect smile
my heart it beats for her
Together we will be
this I believe...I'm sure

I go everywhere with my Bernadette 
My God I love her so
I keep her in my pocket
her picture in my locket
for she died so long ago