A Year

A quadrille for Kim’s prompt using the word cycle.  What is a quadrille?  It is a poem of exactly 44 words using the prompted word.  The title is not included in the word count. Exacty a year ago today, my mother died.

A Year
The year cycles through its paces
Summer, fall, winter, spring.
A full year has passed since you died.
Today dawns as it did last year –
warm and sunny,
deceptive in its kindness.
I sit on the back porch
listening to birds singing your name.

mama as a baby

Throwback Thursday and Today in Romantic History

This morning as my husband went to work, he turned and said, “Do you know what today is?” I looked at him. I knew it wasn’t his birthday or our wedding anniversary. He started laughing and said, “Yep, that’s my romantic girl. Go over to your computer, after I leave” and out the door he went.  So I did. Queued up was the music video at the end of this post. Today, 15 years ago, he asked me to marry him. We had been dating a few months and after a slippery beginning (I forgot I had a lunch date with him and stood him up!), we had been doing well.

We found ourselves remarkably compatible, even though we were so very different and I had not allowed myself to feel for anyone in years, since the love of my life went back to his native Japan. Somehow, this shy, awkward, geeky, and intelligent accountant had managed to pull the stones from around my heart.

He asked me to go with him to try for his black belt in tae kwan do. I had been to some sessions with him before and had watched him spar. He did not fight like an accountant and for someone who had two left feet when it came to dancing, he was really good.

I went with him. He got his black belt (woo hoo!). We went out to lunch and after we were through, he asked me to go with him to his parents’ home. They were out of town and he had promised to check on the house for them. We did a walk through and when we were in the family room, he suddenly became very quiet. He started twitching. Then he said, “I need you to sit down here” and he sat me down in his grandmother’s rocker. My heart sank. I thought to myself, “He’s a nice guy and he is going to break up with me.  He doesn’t want to see me anymore and he is going to be nice about it.” I was surprised at myself that I actually cared about this.

“Now, just look over me, okay? I’m not very good but I have been working on this for a month”, and he went over to the piano, and played a couple of chords and began to sing. A good voice but a lousy piano player, however, knowing how much I like Rick Astley, he plunked some chords and began to sing, starting with the chorus first:

Together forever and never to part,
Together forever we two …

Logical, pragmatic, stone hearted me – melted. And when he was through, he came and on bended knee, asked me to marry him and then placed his grandmother’s engagement ring on my finger. Obviously I said “yes”.

I am still the logical one and he is still the full tilt romantic one. But today, I’m going to dance around my kitchen to this song. And when he gets home, I am going to take out my violin and play for him, “When I fall in love”.

I hope you all have a date in your romantic history that you remember as if you were there again. I hope it is a happy memory.

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