Apr 30, 2011

Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do, I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes. Do you remember dancing that night? I do, I still think of you when we dance, although we can't jitterbug as we did back then. Do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together, then we were finally married in 1949. We drove the yellow convertible on our honeymoon. Do you remember? I do. You have gray hair now but you're a beautiful woman, and the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now, but we still have each other. The glue of love is still bonding us together. Love is what I remember. Do you remember?

No comments: