
They were together for 66 years and had 9 kids.
She is 88 now and he is gone. But the memory of the poem written 73 years ago brings a smile to her now frail face. First she refused to recite it to us, said she was shy. And then when she did, she remembered every single word, and I could tell she read it just the way he had then. She paused in between the lines; I wondered what she might be thinking. Whatever it was, it was lovely, I am sure.

Have I ever had someone write poetry for me? No I did not. Neither did my friends or their friends. Because somehow a holiday in Prague or a boot from Prada made more sense.
Would I want to tradeoff my 3 promised gifts for 200 words of tenderness? I guess not.
Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteIts awsome. Its very sweet and how true " Would I want to tradeoff my 3 promised gifts for 200 words of tenderness? "
They were madly in love even after 60 years of togetherness.
Kudos!
:) he wrote tons for her actually, he even taught her English ... in fact he left a legacy of marking occasions with poetry, he had a nephew who wrote a poem when they celebrated 50 years of being married!
ReplyDeleteExcellent stuff Ritz! Awesome, and completely true. I loved the way you put it all together. Read Julie Powell's Julie & Julia...this piece of yours will make more sense then.
ReplyDeletemuna, debanjana... many thanks
ReplyDeletedebu just so you know, the lady here is somak's grandmother. and she is incredible.. so was he.
That makes your post sweeter....
ReplyDeleteThis is a very nice post! You should follow it up with a post on the things you 'd never do for love or money.
ReplyDeleteCan we see the poem please? The post is awesome
ReplyDeleteChandrashu, wow is there anything like that? can't think of anything else to drive me to do anything.
ReplyDeleteM, UIOW would be able to help perhaps.