We fall into bed,
Your body giving warmth to mine.
The smell of your hair reminds me of a
Little black box
That holds, gently wrapped in tissue,
A piece of bright yellow hair.
When you fell asleep, I got out the box,
It fit in my hand.
A small black rectangle of plastic.
Opening it, carefully, I study
The fine gold fibers
You gave me
Sixteen years ago.
5/20/85
School has started! At least for the Middle and High School kids. I still have two to get off to college. I’m including a poem today and a photo from Puerto Vallarta Mexico. That was a very fun trip. Enjoy.
Note: I will add a link below the photo so you can see a larger version: LINK
