 Childhood Memories
It was a bright day, the sun shone, over coffee we discussed who we would marry, when the time came. 
Your choice would be someone who didn't like kissing, you couldn't bear the thought of wet rubbery lips touching yours. You wanted babies but didn't much like the way of achieving that. Maybe you would adopt.
I would marry a tall man with an accent - any accent it didn't really matter where he came from but France would be best. He would be tall and could be dark or blonde. I would admire his broad shoulders and narrow hips - he would very definitely look male. He would love children and we would have four sons.
What of reality? You married late and I never knew if you changed your mind about kissing. I suspect you did for soon after your husband became a bright night star, you joined him to enliven the Heavens. I look up and wonder which is you my best childhood friend.
I did not marry a man with an accent, quite the opposite in fact, a quiet man of average height, yet definitely knowing his own mind, and for him two sons were enough, much loved but in a troubled world, two would suffice. I am grateful for the two bright sons, and the fine bonus of four grandsons.
Our dreams did not come true,
yet God was kind providing something better. Shine brightly my friend, keep a place for me in the night sky. -© J.M. Lewis June 2007-  'The St.Louis Blues' sequenced by Margi Harrell  If you enjoy your visit please
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