What a pang I got when Rose and my children left tonight— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category
1980-12-01
Monday, December 1st, 19801981-03-28
Saturday, March 28th, 1981I’d like to write of love— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
but I don’t know what to say.
The feelings run so deep
my words cannot convey.
Drink of it the fullest draught
these moment’s press the heart.
Outlined against the measured play
of certain clocks, entropic clay
the light that burns from love’s release
is the light that gives our hope belief.
gallagher
28 Mar 1981
after seeing ‘The Jazz Singer’
with Rose in San Diego
1981-04-11
Saturday, April 11th, 1981I hope this life sustains Rose.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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.