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1980-01-07

Dennis — Mon, 07 Jan 1980 08:00:00 +0000

What is it about some days?
that I feel the tears just behind my eyes
and warmth reminds me of youth…
Today seems just like one of those grown up traps
we plant for ourselves.

Money requires money, knowledge needs more knowledge
security implies its possible loss
and age catches what the others miss
and, still, we play on…half asleep, half aware.

I’ve given up wondering what I want
when I get it, its wrong
and when I don’t, its impossible.

01-07-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-99-??

Dennis — Wed, 16 Jan 1980 01:00:00 +0000

            Hi Babe,
                 I had this card left over and couldn't think of
            a single person to send it too!  Really I had so
            many to choose from that I had to flip a coin!
                 Thanks for a wonderful weekend.  I feel good
            now that we are on good ground again.  I hate the
            times when I let my jealousies overcome my common
            sense.  I know how deeply you care for me.  The
            weekend showed it once again.  Just being alone with
            you made me feel good.  I just hope I don't loose
            the feeling.
                 Call me during the week if you get a chance.
                                 I love you,
                                    Rose
                                 (Watermelon Lady)
            Card from 1980, date unknown.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-10

Dennis — Sun, 10 Feb 1980 08:00:00 +0000

        Of all the stars I wonder which
      one I like the most...
        and then I realize I can like
      them all...
            Daniel Gallagher
            02-10-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-10

Dennis — Sun, 10 Feb 1980 08:00:00 +0000

Of all the stars I wonder which
one I like the most…
and then I realize I can like
them all…

Daniel Gallagher
02-10-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-10

Dennis — Sun, 10 Feb 1980 08:02:00 +0000

      As I walk down the street
      I ask myself...
      How did it all start???
      How did life start???
      How did the world all start???
      What happened???
      I guess I will never know...
         Daniel Gallagher
         02-10-80/2

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-10

Dennis — Sun, 10 Feb 1980 08:02:00 +0000

As I walk down the street
I ask myself…
How did it all start???
How did life start???
How did the world all start???
What happened???
I guess I will never know…

Daniel Gallagher
02-10-80/2

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-14

Dennis — Thu, 14 Feb 1980 08:00:00 +0000

Dennis.

It was good talking to you
today. I hope you like your present.
When I saw it I knew it was exactly
right!

Talk to you soon.

Love,

Kathy

p.s. you place feels so good.

p.s.s. I love the blouse.

( Valentine card, 1980 )

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-02-18

Dennis — Mon, 18 Feb 1980 08:00:00 +0000

She’s been the one all these years
how fragile hang the leaves of our futures
time and events swirl… national, personal… age advances
nothing remains the same.

“Rose”, I could say, my hand on her’s
with the endless calendar pages
and conjunctions whispering around us
and those small wrinkles advancing on our investments.
And it would be but a gesture against life’s capriciousness
and its tendency to change just when it feels good.

So I’ve lived enough to see this life’s form… what I’ve done
who I am… what’s caught me, what I’ve escaped
I’ve formed enough to recognize she’ll always be the one
just as Danny will always be my son.

02-18-80

1980-02-18

Dennis — Mon, 18 Feb 1980 08:02:00 +0000

With what patience and need
Rose and I have loved each other these years.
All our twenties given…
our small wrinkles betray our investments
and our memories that lie sleeping behind our eyes
with all the distant wisdom
of a thousand photograph album pages.

Winter morning with she and my son sleeping around me
keeping me warm and secure
against the gray morning’s light.
We’ve all come so far together
to be here in this quiet hour.

Rose’s belly full now with her new child’s warmth
warms the bedroom’s dusk.
And Danny asleep beneath the window’s light
half grown
and I scribbling notes before they wake
beneath the lamp’s circle of light.

Today we’re still together after ten years
so much of my life’s time lays sleeping here.
Texas, separations, marriage, Danny’s birth
careers and college
it all lays sleeping here under my pen.

Rose, … who more than Rose is love to me?
She’s wife, lover, sister, mother
until I don’t know what she is to me.

gallagher
18 Feb 80

1980-03-12 to the tune of

Dennis — Wed, 12 Mar 1980 08:00:00 +0000

to the tune of
Kenny Roger’s
“The gambler”

There seems to be a fullness
that’s rising up to meet me
a flowing field of fondness
that seems to know my name.

Its Rose and all her babies
and love with all its names
its Danny with his flaxen hair
and its me who loves them all

I wake up in the mornings
the smiling day to greet me
so tangible beyond my touch
the truth is plain to be.

gallagher
12 Mar 80