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1980-03-12 to the tune of

Wednesday, March 12th, 1980

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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-12-01

Monday, December 1st, 1980

What a pang I got when Rose and my children left tonight
the long freeway drive…so much of me in one place.

They all become more dear to me each day
Danny’s age and intelligence make him a companion and a friend
as well as my blood kin and my son.
and Chris … Chris’ baby learnings, his baby smiles charm me
until I start mooning and babytalking at him
like any supermarket momma, oblivious to those around me.

And Rose. What can be said about Rose?…

That she’s so much a part of my life
that I can no more paint her in words
than imagine my life without her.

She is my other half, without which
I would probably be some wary emotional cripple in this life
she has built my capacity to love from nothing
and given me the confidence to express my manhood
and the emotional security to excel at my work
but mostly she has given texture and depth
to my life with her sincerity
without which, love, my most basic need,
could only twist frustrated.

Rock of Love, she, no empty designer jeans manikin here
the sincerity of her love for me
and the quality of life it gives me are One.

Rose.

gallagher
12-01-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1981-04-11

Saturday, April 11th, 1981

I hope this life sustains Rose.
This one of coming and going
this love for a week and then
wait for two.

I think of Chris and I’m always
amazed at my thoughts
small person with eyes
of such potential and trust

Loving Danny grew on me
like the ivy that overcame the church
but Chris has been a storm
ever since Rose and I gave him his life.

I hope she holds on
all my life, or hers.
Its the only feeling I have
that runs deeper
than the joy of living
and its pleasures
amen.

I’ve been so reckless with it
and I’ve been so lucky.

gallagher
11 apr 1981
Vancouver, B.C.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —