Thank you …— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
but who.
Kathy’s love and friendship
last night
and this morning?
Rose and her family and my boys
and these days I’ve spent
in Seattle and Portland?
Lise and her commitment to Anthony
and the cord of hope
it finally cut within me?
Someone or something has healed me,
for this moment.
1985 draws to a close this Sunday afternoon.
With Lise gone to Mexico
with Anthony and his children.
With Kathy gone to spend New Years
with John in the Valley
And with Rose and my boys a thousand miles
away in foggy Seattle.
The rain falls softly on the water here.
And a white and mottled gray
fill the overcast sky.
A cup of tea at my elbow
as I listen to Sting
hoping that the Russians
love their children too.
Some beast in me now lies sleeping.
And some small peace
knows my name….
gallagher
29 dec 85
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1985-12-29
Sunday, December 29th, 19851985-12-29
Sunday, December 29th, 1985 Kathy's skin and passion are like mine.
Her lovers and confusions
Her career and her heart
are as stubbornly Irish as I am
We look at each other
across our lovers and years
these marriages
and all our comings and goings.
We're growing older and wiser
and more scarred from our lives
and our friendship keeps growing deeper
while our love remains the same.
gallagher
29 dec 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1985-12-29
Sunday, December 29th, 1985Poetry and reflection come for almost anything today— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
except Rose.
if emotional insecurity is
at the center of my problems
then she is the diamond
in the navel of it.
That I love her and need her
is to say I breath.
Life is nearly unimaginable
without her
at the center of my world.
Everything else has been transient
save her constant love.
gallagher
29 dec 85