When I Reach For You
Sometimes when I give you an unexpected kiss. A nuzzle on the neck – or a pat – on whatever interesting place is handy – you ask, “What was that for?” Not so much from doubt, but to hear me say “I love you” one more time. A habit? Maybe – but a good one. For all of that – for in the Fall – Or is it the Winter of our lives – saying “I love you” one more time takes on meanings it could not have when we were so delightfully young, disgustingly slender and so smart we knew all there was worth knowing. My “I love you” is deeper now – It has shades, tones, textures, patterns it could not have known before. When I reach for you. It is with the deep sense of the goodness of the years With you My Love. Author: Kaye Gibbons Date: Unknown, circa 1990 This poem from my Aunt is very insightful, touching and helpful. Each time I read it is like the first time I did. Knowing someone personally who has written something like this biases you, I’m sure. But even without knowing this woman (one of my fav