A wildfire raged through their hearts the first time Mel and Gloria met some sixty-seven years ago. It took them by surprise, burning an indelible impression into their minds.
Two kids against a crazy world.
They nurtured the flames of their desire through war and into a brownstone in Brooklyn experiencing the birth of their children, family squabbles, the triumphs and misfortunes of daily life, the welcoming of grandchildren and vacations to places they never imagined.
The seasons changed and the years passed until the day Mel and Gloria walked hand in hand down their stoop into their son's waiting car.
Gloria cried as they settled into their new home, an assisted living residence close to their children.
"Where are my things?" She asked, moving about the room.
Mel caught her hand as she passed and lifted the needle on to the phonograph.
As they danced about the room, she saw the lantern in the window begin to glow in the evening light, placed her head on Mel's shoulder and knew she was home.
C.M. Jackson 2010
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11 comments:
ah wonderful....romantic...love it
Wonderful story of a lifetime love... and knowing the home is where family and love are, not in the building that houses us.
Nice magpie.
If only ... if only couples today worked through real life turmoil using the tools of love and friendship. Beautifully written.
Keepers of the flame indeed...this is truly lovely CM. :-)
Ah, so bittersweet. Lovely, lovely Magpie.
Home of the heart. :) Lovely story, thank you.
Lovely I would hope we all meet such a beautiful feeling as we age together and always feel we are home in just being together...Lovely Magpie...bkm
excellent.
somehow I missed this before- what a lovely piece. Brava!
heartfelt.
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