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Moments To Remember
When I was young
Sometimes
I would spend the night
With my grandparents
Who lived on the river.
My grandfather,
Even after he retired,
Got up early every morning.
I asked him once
Why he got up so early
If he didn’t have to go to work.
He laughed and said
I guess I’m just used to it.
Now, I am retired.
I know now just what he meant
Because I still get up early too.
I ease out of bed,
Let my wife sleep.
I go to the other end of the house,
Fiddle with this or that,
Try to keep the noise down.
Or sit in a dark room
And watch it slowly fill with light
As the sun comes up.
My wife is a practical woman.
Unemotional, not prone to affection,
But on rare occasion
I will return to the bedroom
For something.
Only to find her laying there awake
And when I quietly go to leave
She reaches out her hand
And says,
I want you to stay here with me.
And so,
. . . I stay.
Sometimes
I would spend the night
With my grandparents
Who lived on the river.
My grandfather,
Even after he retired,
Got up early every morning.
I asked him once
Why he got up so early
If he didn’t have to go to work.
He laughed and said
I guess I’m just used to it.
Now, I am retired.
I know now just what he meant
Because I still get up early too.
I ease out of bed,
Let my wife sleep.
I go to the other end of the house,
Fiddle with this or that,
Try to keep the noise down.
Or sit in a dark room
And watch it slowly fill with light
As the sun comes up.
My wife is a practical woman.
Unemotional, not prone to affection,
But on rare occasion
I will return to the bedroom
For something.
Only to find her laying there awake
And when I quietly go to leave
She reaches out her hand
And says,
I want you to stay here with me.
And so,
. . . I stay.
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