Had I known this would have been our last embrace. Would I have given more than I take. I summon up that specter steeple. As well as, that rare smile that graced your face. Even now, I ask the hereafter, with quiet reservation, who does not falter? ♥ Ominous choices of two forks in the road. ‘No, you did all you could. How were you to know. She always likened herself to beauty being bold.’ ♥ Those were the days of romantic sobriety. Young love in tarnished hands. A reckoning of waters, so still they moved. I moved. You moved. ♥ I am perpetually swayed back to that secular summer place… with the worshipers in the sun’s face. The only thing I knew to do was offer a way to leave. Proposing a week’s reprieve. ♥ Seven days. It moved me. It moved you. And, at the time,
that was the best that we could do.
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Valerie Harper passed the other day. Yup! Two bouts with cancer. Ten years later…she was with us. Until a few days ago.
Cancer kills! I get that but…comedy, laughter and giggles…heal.
I had a ‘friend’ ask,
‘Why so upset over Valerie Harper? She was 80 after all!’
Why so upset?
I grew up in a home filled with hate, bigotry, judgment and punishment. That is just what it is! However, out of one of the two television stations worth damn; on Saturday afternoons, I watched comedy.
This world we live in, particularly in these horrible times, I would rather laugh then cry. Valerie Harper’s death was not unexpected…the depth and death of her comedy? Missed by those of us that needed a little more…funny in our lives.