A Momentary View
My husband kissed me and the scent of his cologne recalled my great grandfather’s after-shave, so comforting to me as I flung my pint-size arms around his wrinkled neck, he pulled me up high and swung me ‘round, he was John Wayne and Laurence Olivier, a grand old knight who treated me like a princess, and held my hand and taught me how persimmons are grown, and all about rose gardens, and how to make wire hangers into plant holders. He was so kind and gentle, like an old comfortable shoe, worn as soft as his woolen sweaters, thin around the elbows like my husband’s sweatshirts, which now and then provide me with this brief but happy glimpse into my checkered and sometimes happy past.
- Nycole Rochford 1997 ©
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