No eloquent words, flowers, gifts or cards
could he give her, but just a token
gesture of his affection
with twisted smile, and memory all but gone.
Eyesight, hearing, failing too,
he tried to form his thoughts,
while expressing his love to her,
but his stroke had stolen from them so much.
Like the younger version of himself
with vibrant, baritone rich voice
when he once belted out old tunes,
are but broken phrases hanging on.
With faint muttering he attempts to sing,
to remember the lyrics, what he wants to say
like the day he swooned her heart with song.
But, she’ll treasure what they have today
for she fears the day when he is gone.
and prays to God it lingers on.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all.
Joyce E. Johnson © 2017
Mellowed through the years
like a fine, aged wine
Love is that thing
that invites itself into
your heart and seeks
to make its home.
Even though it was such a long time ago I can still remember the year; 1966. We were engaged, planning our wedding and looking forward to our move to California to begin our marriage as 19 yr. old newlyweds starting college and new jobs in L.A. We were kids never having been out on our own before.
As the years rolled by I remember how busy we were, raising our girls, involved in so many things with our school and church, then as our girls grew up things slowed down a little and we could begin to relax. There were nice dinners out, roses and bouquets, those special dinners I fixed at home on holidays, and cozy nights on a cold wintry night in February, celebrating another Valentine’s Day expressing our sentiments and messages in cards like the one above my husband gave me one year.
The years were not all roses, or as sweet as aged, fine wine, but then I never really did like wine much. 🙂 But, roses I loved. They were like the kisses and fragrance of God’s sweet breath that blew softly upon our union, and when difficult times came the roses just made things all the more bright and beautiful when we learned that the best gift we could give each other was just respect. And when things seemed crazy, out of order or weird we learned how much better life could be when we learned to just laugh at our mishaps, and know that with every new day the sun did shine, even though at times it was behind a cloud. 🙂
Happy Valentine’s Day
Joyce E. Johnson (2015)
Happy Valentine’s Day from Loveland, Colorado. It is the city affectionately known as the ‘land of love’ although that is not how it got its name, Loveland. It is also known for the Valentine Re- mailing Program. Contests open each year for artists and writers to compete with their entry in design and verse for a special Valentine’s Day card selected for the year’s Valentine’s Day card produced and sold in stores and Visitors’ Centers here promoting the city and state tourism. The cards purchased are stamped by resident volunteers with a special logo design stamp, then mailed out by local branches of the U.S. Postal Dept. and sent to cities, states and countries all around the world. It is an annual program and tradition where everyone can get involved in the spirit of Valentine’s Day. By the first of February the city is decorated with big red hearts displayed and placed along the streets to promote this special day. There are Valentine themed events and festivities, and the girl chosen in the Miss Loveland Valentine of the Year contest visits the state capital and presents the Valentine’s Day card and gifts to our governor and state representatives.
It’s a day when love
permeates the air; hearts full
of promise and hope
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
Every week a photo is posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provided by her, or someone else for the benefit of inspiring writers from all over the globe to submit their own 100 word story based on the photo prompt. Below is my story. It is pure fiction in the literal sense. My characters, plots and locations are those of my own creation. You may find all my prior 100 word stories under the category of Friday Fictioneers, Flash Fiction, or Short Fiction if you are new to my blog and wish to go back and read any of my older stories. I welcome you to come along with me to my imaginary world of ‘make believe.’ And as always, feedback and comments are welcome.
Joyce E. Johnson
Palms swayed. Wind blew off the Keys. The surf was up, the tide coming in. The sun was high and bright, a beautiful day.
It has been over forty years since we declared our love to one another on Valentine’s Day, our wedding day, here. Today, we will renew our vows. But, will he remember any of it? Alzheimer’s has claimed his mind, his memory, our time left, and our love. I cannot think, or hope beyond this day.
I pushed his wheelchair onto the old, creaking boardwalk, our children walking beside us.
Will he remember any of it?
Joyce E. Johnson