Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1982-10-20

Wednesday, October 20th, 1982

“I’m insecure.”, I said, and she came and held me.

She’d been telling me of her boy friend at work
and the story of what they’d been thru these past weeks.

My heart had crept from its shell to stare
and my questions quivered to be calm and even
as they followed her there.

She had been unhappy to share in his lies and deceits
and had said that if he was unhappy
that he should leave his wife
and then she and he could conduct themselves
straight and fair.

But when he took her advice his wife, driven to far,
tried to take her life and thus held him there
and, now, he and Rose are ‘just friends’
across the quiet bridge of his despair.

gallagher
20 October 1982
sjc

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-01-13

Thursday, January 13th, 1983

How much I’ve come about
these last few years
my love for Rose and Danny and Chris
is never at issue
it overflows at the slightest thought
where before were only dreams

01-13-83


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-01-13

Thursday, January 13th, 1983

So this Irish son of immigrants married
the daughter of Norwegians
and he from a line that ended faltering
and she from the small Minnesota towns
lost in dust.

The years have passed, the wrinkles grown,
the children strong.

What are we…you, my love, and I
but the fabric that has made my life a joy.

I wish I could say my thoughts better
my heart fills with so much
and I turn to try to say
how very much I care.

gallagher
13 Jan 83


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —