YES, I REMEMBER, EVEN AFTER 70

excerpt from ANNE'S WRITINGS (see Aug 31, 2010)

When the touch of his hand on my arm caused a spark to travel over my skin and tingle.

When he walked into the room and a butterfly beat it's wings in my chest.

When his arms came around me from behind and cocooned me I felt safe and cherished.

When the touch of his lips on mine created a hungry, seeking energy.

When the smell of his bathrobe was uniquely sweet.

When a specially chosen gift to me made a lump in my throat so painful I could hardly swallow.

When he held our hours old newborn and introduced her verbally to all his relatives, I grew warm inside.

Yes, I remember with sadness and gladness.

ahr 3-19-08