Paper Kisses

Tell me the stories of old quilts and smoky carpets,
Dreams in trunks, brooks and baskets
and paper kisses.

Tell me the stories of that old flame, and smoldering memories,
Weddings wrought in hope chests, picnic lunches and wineskins
and paper kisses.

Tell me the stories of daring love and exciting romance,
Of moving, in cardboard boxes, candlelight dinners at midnight
and paper kisses.

Tell me the stories of passionate love and honorable commitments,
Sharing a dresser drawer, champagne and dancing in moonlight
and paper kisses.

Tell me the stories of becoming love and creating love,
Making room for more love, walking the floor with love
and paper kisses.

Tell me the stories of losing love and dimensional acceptance,
Achieving silver hair, learning to live alone - again
and paper kisses.

Grandmother slowly stood, eyes beveling joy and sorrow,
Walked across the room, opened the old trunk, and removed a tied-up bundle;
Clutched it candidly to her heart.

She carefully opened its strings, unfolding the mysteries of her life;
Inside, an ancient Family Bible, and Grandfather's letters,
Each one, marked in red with paper kisses.


~ Rhonda S. Galizia ~
Copyright © 2007
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"HE Writes the Words on My Heart!"
A Writing-Counseling Ministry for CHRIST in Prose, Poetry & Song
 Rhonda S. Galizia, 1992 Founder & Scribe Unto The LORD  
   ~ St. Matthew 13:52 ~

[ By: Rhonda S. Galizia Copyright © 2007 (Ecumenity@aol.com) -- submitted by: Rhonda S. Galizia ]