Writings
It Happened One Night Or Was It a Dream?
Who was this vision of loveliness, and, why was she alone? Joe wondered,
as he wiped the bar in front where she sat, just to get a chance to talk
to her.
“What will it be ma’am?” he asked, looking into her hazel eyes.
“Martini… two olives please.” She took a cigarette pack out of her purse.
He wanted to mention that smoking was a nasty habit, but it was none of
his business. She walked over to the jukebox and played an old Hank
Williams tune.
“Care to dance?” she asked, extending her arms to Joe.
He couldn’t resist the invitation. The smell of her perfume was hypnotic.
“What’s your name? She passionately asked, looking into his wanting blue
eyes.
“Joe”
“Well, Joe, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, ma’am.”
Joe walked back behind the bar. “What’s your name?” Joe turned to
place a fresh glass on the rack.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
When he spun around to face her she was gone, vanished.
He awoke with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He snapped on the
light on his nightstand. On the pillow lay a rose petal.
© June Phyllis Baker
Memories
She wrote yesterday it rained, and brought back memories. I remember you
waiting for you waited for me with your umbrella, the wind almost
turning it inside out. You were so worried that I’d get wet.
I remember that when it snowed you insisted that you drive. I
remember all those nights we cuddled by the fireplace.
When the children came along, I remember how you took them for sleigh
rides and hot chocolate. I so enjoyed our summer vacations at the shore.
I want you to know my darling, on this our fortieth anniversary, I remember.
Happy Anniversary
I love you
© June Phyllis Baker
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Upon retiring for the night he found her note on his pillow. Though it
was late he took pen and paper and wrote:
My darling, I’m the one who is grateful for the sacrifices you made.
You were happy with the scarf, that first Christmas it was all I could
afford.
We have been blessed with three wonderful children. It was you who
made them what they are.
He laid the note on her nightstand and gently kissed her cheek.
I love you
Happy Anniversary
© June Phyllis Baker
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She woke the next morning to find a note from him on her nightstand.
Sitting up on the bed she read it. And when she finished it she clutched
it to her chest. Soft tears streaming down her face.
Hearing him coming up the stairs, she quickly dabbed her eyes with
the edge of her robe. Wanting to make sure she was awake he called to
her. “Sweetheart are you awake?”
“Yes,Martin,come in.”
In his hand held a tray. “I think you deserve breakfast in at the very
least today,” he smiled. But. . . his smile turned to worry as he drew
closer to the bed.
“Carolina, what’s wrong darling? You’ve been crying.”
She reached over and covered her hand with his. “If you must know. . .
I’ve been thinking of all the wonderful years you have given me.
Softly she spoke. “In forty years I’ve never looked at another man.
There was never a moment when I didn’t miss you when we where apart.
Today, I realize more than ever how lucky I am.”
Before she could utter another word he stopped her with a kiss.
“You are the only women I have ever loved.”
The doorbell rang interrupting what he was about to say next.
When he returned he presented her with a vase of forty long stem
red roses. “Happy Anniversary Darling. Thank you for forty years of
memories.”
© June Phyllis Baker
The Strength Of A Heart
The Strength of a heart
One persons need to love
From a Heart that wants to give
A cry in the night that goes unanswered
To a voice that to be heard
For love that won’t b returned
It’s all been a dream
To a hear that wants to give
No love to return
One more wish
One more dream
One more try
Love is like a treasure
It’s richer than gold
Last longer than money.
To a heart that wants to give
And no arms to hold
The search goes on.
The heart knows no time
It knows no place
When at last love finds the heart
Two arms to hold
At last the heart is whole
It’s only the strength of a heart.
© June Phyllis Baker 1999
Tis But a Dream
Tis but a dream to wish for things
That will never be
To wonder aimlessly
To wake my knight
To feel you kiss on my lips
To write words of love
That makes the heart tremble
Ah, but alas tis but a dream
That makes you stay.
© June Phyllis Baker 1999
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