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  • When You Care Enough

    Many years ago a gentleman of my acquaintance said that he had only one real regret with women and that was that no one had ever sent him a love letter. I couldn’t in all honesty send him a love letter, but I could write something imaginary for a good person. Now that he is no longer around, feel free to steal this if you need one:

    Love Poem By Request


    I wouldn’t have been ready for you then
    when the wounds were still fresh
    when tomorrow was the hope of fools like
    Santa Claus
    Sir Galahad
    Fairy Tales and
    Happily ever after

    I wouldn’t have been ready for you then
    when tears were for goodbye
    when nice guys like the pledge of allegiance were
    In school
    In Church
    In Books
    But never at home

    I wouldn’t have been ready for you then
    when my faith had grown dim
    when self evident truths weren’t eternal like
    Motherhood
    Apple Pie
    Popcorn
    or most of all Love

    I wouldn’t have been ready for you then
    Before I found myself
    Before I knew I could still believe in
    Santa Claus
    Sir Galahad
    Fairy Tales
    Happily Ever After
    Motherhood
    Apple Pie
    Popcorn
    Love
    And You

About Me

Retired great grandmother living in Washington. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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