To my wife of 43 years.
She was a city girl and I a small town boy.
What did we have in common?
(Her hair was auburn red, like the very last touch of sunset.)
She played the violin and I played football.
What did we have in common?
(Her eyes were blue, but dark as midnight.)
Her father was an engineer and mine a roofer.
What did we have in common?
(Her freckles danced and swirled and danced again.)
She came to school to learn, I came to play.
What did we have in common?
(Her dimples drew the eye as a magnet draws iron.)
We met by chance at a dance I hadn’t wanted to attend.
What did we have in common?
(Her smile lit the room and I was taken.)
When bodies come together there’s a flash.
When souls embrace, the light outshines the sun.
What did we have in common?
Not a single thing.
No.
Not a single thing.
August 2007 Rev. June 2011



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