Acapulco Honeymoon Fifty-Nine Years Ago

Young, tender, vulnerable.
Funny and fun loving.
A crooked boyish smile.
Blue eyes with a Christmas morning sparkle.
Slow dancing, holding me gently, like I was fragile and precious.
Love poems before we ever even kissed.
Dozens of roses and one time a black orchid.
Cutting in at dances when I went with someone else.
Dancing, I only come up to his chin. I often ask: “Are you still up there?”
And every time he answers: “Always.”
And he meant it.


About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on December 21, 2017, in Love, marriage, Nostalgia and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Aww….such a tender love poem. Blessings on your anniversary. I hope Julian is well enough to enjoy a celebration.


  2. I love it.  Beautiful, dearest Eileen.

    Have a Blessed, healthy, joy filled Christmas.  Sending love and prayers. Myra


    • Thanks, Myra. Been a rough week. Don’t understand what’s happening and our doctor will be our of town all next week.
      Keep the prayers going. Love you. Update me by email please.


  3. Beautiful. Happy Anniversary, Eileen. And Merry Christmas.


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