Photo by Milly Eaton on Pexels.com
My retirement years usually produce a smile
But some days sink my spirits deep, by miles
My childhood sweetheart and lovely bride
Now rests with God, absent from my side
I stay occupied with my yard each morn
Discovering pleasure from nature’s form
There is a fine lady across the street
She emerges looking nice and sweet
She stays active around her place
Her yard definitely fits her tastes
The grass is mowed and trimmed
I wonder how she stays so thin
There seems, between us
A subliminal connection
Inviting her for coffee
Is my dreamy confession
Her petunias appear superior to mine
Perhaps I’ll ask for her secret, in time
She smiles when my puppy is outside to play
I wonder what her plans will be for this day
I imagine what she might think about me
Watching me hang a bird feeder in a tree
There seems, between us
A subliminal connection
Inviting her for coffee
Is my dreamy confession
We both come from the same generation
Her beauty creates a wonderful sensation
I’m thinking of walking across the street
Meeting this fine lady would be a treat
She steps back inside from the dry, summer heat
Perhaps tomorrow morning, we can finally meet
My Grandfather lost his childhood sweetheart and bride, but believe it or not, he found love again . . . across the street!
This real-life experience, along with Jen Goldie’s story about “The Man Across the Street”, inspired the writing of this poem. Visit Jen’s very creative story with the link shown below.
Pingback: Welcome to My Writer’s Corner | Big Sky Buckeye
This is beautiful. I’m honoured having our stories linked. 🌼🌹
LikeLiked by 2 people
You are very welcome. It was a privilege to respond to your wonderful story with this poem. As I said, my grandfather found new love across the street.
LikeLiked by 2 people
That makes it so much more beautiful. 🙂🌼
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is wonderful! I am so happy for him… Not just once did he find Love, but twice in a lifetime! God Blessed Him Richly
LikeLiked by 2 people
So beautiful ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lisa, thanks for reading and sharing a thought. It is a special poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely story sir. So is it mixed with imagination?
LikeLiked by 1 person
The story is real-life mixed with my imagination as well as responding to Jen Goldie’s story.
LikeLike
This is really sweet!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Michelle. The poem was a rewarding one to write in response to Jen Goldie’s wonderful story as well as remembering my grandfather.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This post fills me with hope, really connected with the message. Loved it. – Cezane
LikeLiked by 2 people
Cezane, thanks for sharing a thought. I am pleased that the poem connected with you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have a great talent to write from your heart in an amazing way🦋 You took me back to a time when I was a lot with my grandparents, a happy time. Thank you.
I wish you a wonderful day.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lillian, thanks for sharing some wonderful thoughts. I have many fond memories of being at my grandparents as well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure, and enjoy your day🦋
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is a poem I have read twice buddy..So deep so connective,so reflective and even absorptive I love love…in my British accent…hahah…Am very Kenyan though Buckeye.
LikeLiked by 2 people
PePa, I appreciate you bringing rich words from Kenya, a beautiful land.
LikeLike
Thanks a lot Buckeye….And where is your land bro.?
LikeLiked by 1 person
United States
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome buddy…we are neighbours from different continents.hahaha
LikeLiked by 1 person
I was right there. What a beautiful story!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Judy. I owe Jen Goldie’s story for bringing me the idea to write this poem. Then I remembered my grandfather finding love across the street.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great read! Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
I read with interest, a poem filled with hope and love
LikeLike