Rose— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
She can’t see it my way
nor can I see it her’s.
She wants to relate to me in a certain way
and I to her in another.
My life is scattered in so many places
I doubt if I could bring it home.
Looking for the common we don’t lack strength
just success.
She’s pretty, smiling, or walking away.
gallagher
24 Mar 1979
Archive for 1979
1979-03-24 Rose
Saturday, March 24th, 19791979-04-10
Tuesday, April 10th, 1979 Dear DG,
The burden has lifted, he's taken some off. Again he came
through so no more am I blue.
It all got to be too much to bear. Life itself seems so
unfair. bruised ego caused by my boss left me confused. How I
hate so to lose. Ernie's understanding ways, support and all
have left me dazed.
But then I dropped in to talk a bit, and felt myself rise
from that deep dreary pit.
Sue has entered into his life and still he deeply loves
his wife.
Jim has entered my life too, and then my love for Ted's
not new.
The love I give always not free, but tonight with him I'd
rather be!
Thanks for being you!
Love,
Kathleen
11:40 p.m.
p.s. for KH file
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1979-04-26
Thursday, April 26th, 1979My mother died without all the kindness I could give her— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and I could never see it until she’d gone.
Rose held me and told me thru my tears
that she’s always wished she could change this about me;
that I could never see the problems of the people I loved
until they became critical and knocked me down.
Always so lost in my own inner realities, so insensitive.
“Learn from it.”, she said, with kindness,
“Its the first time you’ve lost someone close, the first time
you’ve realized just how unalterable that last moment is
when you wish you could have left things otherwise.”
gallagher
26 Apr 1979