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!
Whew! So glad it wasn’t Colleen! Lovely poem – romantic story – glad your grandpa discovered love a second time by having the courage to cross the street! Or was it her who took courage first??
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Part of my grandpa’s story goes like this . . . He went over to Janet’s garage (she lived right across the street), and she was changing her oil on her car. She was my grandpa’s third wife after losing his second wife to illness.
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Aw, so sweet! My mom remarried a couple years ago in her 60’s. I guess you can find love at any time.
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Wonderful for your Mom! Love can find a way, and age is only a number. Take care Maranda.
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Beautiful poem. Love can come at anytime but true love only comes once (not that I know from experience)
Nice pic choice
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Crissy, your thoughts are appreciated. Sometime I would like to write a post about the love journeys of my two sets of grandparents.
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That would make a beautiful and interesting read.
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Well, that’s an interesting poem! I’m new to your blog so I thought it was you 😉
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Lisa, I appreciate you reading and sharing. My grandfather discovered the woman across the street in her garage where she was changing the oil on her car. I welcome you to my blog where poetry fills most of the posts with a short story dropping by once in awhile.
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I’ve been following along and I’m really enjoying it. Glad to have bumped into you here in the blogosphere!
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Go grandpa!
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Lisa, I appreciate you reading and sharing. My grandpa found love for the third time with the woman across the street. His childhood sweetheart(my grandma) had passed a years earlier, and his second wife passed due to illness.
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what a wonderful poem, and even more wonderful that your grandfather found such a lovely woman right across the street!
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Yes Jim, I was amazed! He discovered the lady across the street changing the oil in her car.
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you never know when chemistry will strike
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A lovely, poignant poem. Love will find a way. ❤
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Thanks Diana. I appreciate your kind words. Indeed, love will find its way to another heart.
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A nostalgic poem!
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Jim, I appreciate you sharing these kind words. This is a special poem.
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🙂🙂
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